He Clings to Me Every Night-Chapter 471 - : Sir, The Lady Hasn’t Returned Home Yet
Chapter 471: Chapter 471: Sir, The Lady Hasn’t Returned Home Yet
Simon Howard’s icy face wore no expression, and his penetrating gaze was coldly trained on President Mitchell of the Kyoto branch.
“Thanks, Chief Daniel Marshall isn’t seeing anyone. Please do not disturb his rest.”
President Mitchell was earnest, almost rambling, “I heard that Chief Daniel Marshall is sick and I am quite worried about him. I happen to have a friend who is a doctor at Kyoto Hospital – a deputy director with years of medical experience. I’ve asked him to come and see Chief Daniel Marshall.”
Simon Howard, with a chilling glance at the man standing next to President Mitchell, protested, “Chief Marshall has already taken his medicine; he will be fine after some rest. His wife was a doctor and she has prepared all his medications. She wouldn’t feel comfortable having a stranger examine him.”
President Mitchell was persistent, “How about this – I arrange for a specialist to examine him. I feel guilty for not fulfilling my duties as a host since Chief Marshall came to Kyoto! All our employees are waiting for his guidance and everyone is hoping for his recovery. We all truly care for him.”
“Thank you very much, President Mitchell, for caring for me so much. I am deeply touched by your sincerity.”
Following the trail of a resonantly low and husky voice, as if a chill wave was sweeping over, President Mitchell saw Daniel Marshall wearing a white robe, his hair slightly dishevelled.
Still appearing as though he had just woken up, Daniel Marshall exuded an intimidating aura.
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Moreover, his eyes held emotion.
Emotion tinged with anger and severity.
Caught off guard for a moment, President Mitchell quickly regained his composure and greeted Daniel Marshall with a wide grin, as if nothing had happened.
With his piercing gaze, full of an intense chill, Daniel Marshall stared at President Mitchell. “I was not well, you disturbed my sleep. Initially, my headache had subsided, but now it’s started again.”
Simon Howard chimed in, “I mentioned earlier that Chief Marshall is okay, but you insisted on creating a fuss. Now, Chief Marshall has a headache because of the disturbance. How do you propose to take responsibility?”
President Mitchell’s eyes contracted slightly, feeling a tightening in his chest, for fear that his position as branch manager was at stake.
Immediately, President Mitchell said tactfully, “I apologize. I won’t disturb Chief Marshall’s rest anymore. Tomorrow, I will invite him for a meal to give a proper apology.”
Daniel Marshall’s harsh voice rang out between clenched teeth, “Fine!”
Taking two careful steps back, President Mitchell bowed deeply.
Then, he left with his friend – the doctor, looking rather deflated.
With Daniel Marshall in Kyoto, President Mitchell didn’t dare to cross the line or cause unnecessary trouble.
However, President Mitchell did mention to Sebastian Thompson that Daniel Marshall was indeed in Kyoto, sleeping in the presidential suite.
After hearing President Mitchell’s report, Sebastian Thompson felt a strange unease.
Without lifting a finger, Daniel Marshall had driven James Marshall abroad. Now, he had no opponents left in Marshall Corporation. One could say that Daniel Marshall was ruling alone.
Without any warning, or even any mention of a trip to Kyoto in his itinerary, his sudden visit, not to inspect the branch, was somewhat puzzling and his intention remained opaque.
Sebastian Thompson sank into deep thought. He could not figure it out, but he had no choice but to be on guard against Daniel Marshall.
Having dealt with his work, Daniel Marshall stared at his phone for a long time, still no word from Olivia Jenkins.
That woman truly doesn’t care about him… Daniel Marshall laughed at himself cynically. His heart ached with melancholy.
Standing in front of the expanses of the floor-to-ceiling window, Daniel Marshall stared blankly into the distance.
With a sliver of hope, Daniel Marshall called Auntie Jane, “Has Mrs. Marshall come home yet?”
“Sir, Mrs. Marshall has not yet returned.”
