Melinda President Fox’s Love

Chapter 112

Chapter 112 An Unwanted Scene

At the Fox Group, Monica gracefully walked out of the restroom in her high heels. She stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her hair and applying some more lipstick. Her beauty exuded. elegance and refinement, making numerous female employees envy her, and they all considered her their role model.

“Hi. Miss Keller.”

“Miss Keller.”

When she came across their respectful greetings and voices of admiration, she would nod in acknowledgment with a graceful and confident smile.

“Miss Keller, the new product didn’t pass the review. Mr. Vance mentioned that Mr. Fox gave a few suggestions. Do you know what the product lacks?” asked the person in charge politely when he spotted her.

“I don’t know. I haven’t discussed this matter with him,” she replied in a friendly manner. Then, she halted her footsteps for a moment. “The meeting is about to start anyway, so you’ll know what Mr. Fox has to say later.” She glanced at her watch. “You should head to the meeting room now.”

“Alright.”

Ten minutes later, Monica and the other attendees gathered in the spacious, bright meeting room. However, there was no sign of Max or Stanley. Since the vice president was present, no one was anxious, so they waited patiently.novelxo.com fast update

After a while, Monica dialed Max’s number. “Mr. Vance, where is Mr. Fox? He has a meeting today. Has he forgotten about it?”

“Postpone the meeting for now,” Max replied helplessly. “Mr. Fox is at the hospital. He has a stomach ache and is in the ER.”

Her heart skipped a beat upon hearing the news. She stood up at once and left without even ending the call or explaining the situation to the attendees. She hurriedly made her way downstairs via the elevator and dashed out of the lobby.

When she got into her car, she started the engine without even fastening her seatbelt. How did this happen? Why is he in the ER? Does that mean it’s serious? She was extremely worried about him and had forgotten about his coldness and detachment.

Monica even ran three red lights to reach the hospital as soon as possible, disregarding her own life.

At the same time, in the hospital, Stanley came out of the emergency room and was admitted to a VIP ward. Having undergone stomach lavage, he was currently receiving an IV drip and no longer felt any discomfort.

Max went to handle the related procedures while Melinda stood by the bedside. She looked at Stanley wordlessly, not feeling too concerned since the doctor had assured her that he was fine.

“Please press the call button if you need anything.” The nurse left after taking his temperature.

The doctor explained to her just now that his delicate stomach had suffered from pain and discomfort due to eating overnight cake. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“Only someone with issues would eat an overnight cake!” Melinda couldn’t help but comment. “Don’t you know how weak your stomach is?”

As Stanley leaned against the headboard, he calmly retorted, “A person who eats cake from the trash can probably has some issues too.”

Hearing that, she was at a loss for words. She widened her eyes with her jaw dropped. How did he find out? Why does Mr. Swanson tell him everything? Is he saying that we’re both idiots, so let’s not make fun of each other?

Meanwhile, he stared at her with lingering resentment. You were with Mervin before you came to the hospital.

Likewise, when she recalled his attitude and the fact that he was with Monica last night, her fury sprang to life again.

Just then, Monica arrived at the hospital. After getting out of the car hurriedly, she ran into the lobby and headed for the elevator,

Inside the ward, Stanley asked coldly. “Did you ask Mervin out again today?”

Melinda was startled. How did he know? No! I didn’t ask him out!

Before she could say anything, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her forcefully.

“Ah!” Melinda fell straight into his arms.

Monica, who had rushed over, happened to witness this scene at the entrance of the ward. She held onto the door frame, abruptly halting her footsteps. Sweat trickled down her forehead, her breaths quickened, and she simply stared at the scene before her.

Melinda was lying on top of Stanley, who was hooked up to an IV drip, and he forcefully bit her lip. “Mmm… She groaned in pain, unable to break free. “Ouch…

Gradually, he increased the pressure of his bite on her lower lips as a way of punishing her.