His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1391 Gossips In The Office

Charles hesitated for a while before nodding in resignation.

"Well, I can't find a better idea for it. We can use this now. Please take action as soon as possible. It's

better to do this now than later," Charles ordered.

"Got it," David answered back. He looked at Charles as if he had something to say, but he shook his

head instead.

Charles raised an eyebrow at him.

"Mr. Lu, please don't worry. I'm sure Shirley is fine and she would be back soon," he said, trying his

best to comfort Charles.

To David, Charles was a can-do superman who was able to do anything and everything he wanted. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

However, he looked extremely vulnerable whenever his family was in danger, perhaps even more so

than any ordinary man.

Sometimes, when he dropped by Charles' office to provide him with a report, he could see Charles look

distantly outside with a sad look on his face. It looked like a drastically different man from the one he

knew in the office, the energetic and cheerful man.

He had worked under Charles for several years. Charles was an excellent supervisor who always

allowed an opportunity for his employees to showcase their skills and talents, and he also made sure

that his employees were well taken care of.

David was immensely grateful for Charles. He was so thankful for him that it saddened him when

Charles himself had something troubling his mind. He wanted to do everything he could to make sure

that his boss would be reunited with his daughter. He wanted to comfort him as much as he could.

Charles nodded blankly and then dismissed him. Right before he could close the door, he saw Charles

back in that remorseful and bitter expression. He sighed and felt defeated before shutting the door

behind him.

As soon as David went back to his own office, several colleagues entered and asked him about

Charles. Even though the news about Charles' wife and daughter was kept from the outside world,

somehow, the entire office found out about it. It was also rare for Charles to skip work, which intrigued

David's colleagues so much. They were both curious and concerned for their boss.

"What did Mr. Lu want to see you for?" one of the colleagues asked beside him while the others

listening intently.

"Nothing special, really," David answered flatly, not wanting to join in the gossip culture.

"Really? Well... Did Mr. Lu look all right? Someone said that Mr. Lu looked so tired and worn out when

he saw him this morning,"

the colleague continued. David clicked his tongue impatiently, not wanting to be in the center of

attention. Being surrounded by so many people, he couldn't start the work that Charles wanted him to

do.

"Listen. Mr. Lu is okay. All of us should better put our time and energy on our work," David couldn't help

but reply sarcastically. He knew that they were dying to know how their boss was, but it wasn't his place

to talk about a broken man like that.

He stood up and walked out of his own office. He headed over to the rarely used stairwell. He called a

contact who could force Jim to tell Shirley's whereabouts.

After his colleagues watched him leave his office, they grew irritated at his sudden arrogant behavior.

"Who the hell does he think he is? He's just an assistant! I'm so sick of his arrogant behavior!" the

same colleague spat, somehow forgetting that it was also he who bothered David in the first place.

The other people agreed, however. They were always jealous of David because Charles thought highly

of him. There was a small group in the office that despised David.

"David's just Mr. Lu's lapdog. Why should we listen to him?"

Someone more reasonable didn't say anything against him, but nonetheless, they shook their heads in

disappointment before heading back to their own workspaces. They knew to be sensitive enough not to

say such immature things in the workplace, because there was a chance that people could be listening

to them.

David might soon find out that the immature workers kept backstabbing him like this. David had a point,

even if they disagreed with him, gossip should not exist in the workplace.

They went back to their desks because they knew better and they didn't want to get in trouble.

Working in corporate was both complicated and competitive. People couldn't survive in the workplace if

they were weak-willed and if they tended to complain. Everyone should be well-aware of their place. If

they were not careful, it would be easy for them to be removed and replaced.

People, however, rarely looked at their own shortcomings and mistakes first. Most of them spoke

before thinking, even in such a prestigious company such as Shining Company.

Back in prison

Jim had a hard time the past few days. He had to work hard or else he was going to be punished. He

never had such a miserable life such as this one, and he was beginning to be fed up with it. He wished

he could wake up from such a horrible nightmare.

Jim would often grit his teeth whenever he thought of Leila. He absolutely loathed Leila that he

regretted keeping his guard down. He wouldn't have been caught in her damn trap if he had been

cautious.

For now, Jim could only comfort himself. 'Just you wait, Leila, ' he thought to himself. 'I'm going to

obliterate you.'

Jim was confident about concealing Shirley's whereabouts. He was sure that Leila would never be able

to find where he hid her. He was the only person in the entire world who knew where Shirley was.

As long as he could still hold Shirley hostage, the Lu family would be able to deduce that it was Leila

who conspired with him to kidnap Shirley. He had nothing to fear.

He was sure that Leila would be even more miserable than him. Once they figured out that it was her

who was behind the kidnapping, she would have a harder time rotting in a prison cell than he ever

would.

Jim snorted, delighted by the idea. He just had to wait and see. If there was an opportunity, he would

make sure to make Leila's life a living hell.

He turned to look at the clock and noticed that it was yard time.

For Jim, prison life was boring. He saw the same people every day. He saw the same white walls every

day. Only the short yard time outside provided him with a fresh, new entertainment each day.

Jim felt that he could relax a bit during yard time. He was going crazy from the long hours inside his jail

cell.

Jim would often situate himself in a small corner of the yard to watch the others play basketball, or

listen in on the prison gossip. When he got bored, he got up and went to the washroom. Just as he

untied his uniform's waist band, a strong and loud kick to his head resonated in the small, dirty

washroom.