After the doctor left, Sam glanced back into the room.
Maddox was standing at the side of the bed, staring motionlessly at Minerva who was lying on the bed. There was no arrogance in his eyes; instead his face was full of concern.
It seemed that Maddox fell in love with Minerva.
He had been looking for her for five years. The Hanover family must have wanted to hide her from him. That was why he couldn't find her no matter what, but he saw her again 5 years later.
From that moment on, Maddox probably became mad.
'Just let it be, just let him go mad. How long is life?' Sam didn't want to do anything to stop Maddox.
Sam walked in and said respectfully, "Sir, the doctor said that Young Madam will be fine after she recovers from the fever. If there is nothing else, I'll go back to the company first." After all, there were still piles of unfinished tasks in the office. Maddox had recently been slacking off and although he was in charge of several important matters, given the company's size, Sam had to shoulder quite a number of tasks too.
It was part of Sam's responsibility.
"Go ahead," Maddox nodded lightly and reminded him, "Don't forget to keep an eye on that matter."
"Yes, I'll keep an eye on it. I'll inform you immediately if there's even the slightest movement," Sam replied.
"Alright," Maddox said.
After Sam left, Maddox remained by Minerva's side. From time to time, he would change her towel and try ways to lower her temperature.
Together with the medicine, Minerva's fever quickly subsided.
Maddox leaned forward and placed his forehead on hers. He checked carefully to make sure Minerva's body temperature had already returned to normal.
He heaved a sigh of relief, but he didn't leave in a hurry. Instead, he placed his hands on both sides of her and looked at her.
"Why are you so foolish? How can you take care of others if you can't take care of yourself?" Maddox said.
After saying that, Maddox sighed again. He lowered his head and gently kissed the corner of Minerva's lips. Then, he gently kissed her soft lips. After that, he stood up before he woke his desire up again.
In a certain restaurant.
"What did you say? You've received a notice to leave temporarily? When did I tell you to leave? Didn't I tell you to follow her?"
"What do you mean by this? You've received your pay but you did not complete your task?"
An angry female voice came from a dark corner. A waitress hid in a dark corner of the restaurant, shouted at her phone.
"Dear client, it's not that we don't want to do it, but the situation is like this..."
The other party repeated their explanation to her again, but she still felt annoyed.
"Bullsh*t, I asked you to follow someone, and I had paid you in advance, but you're telling me that you retreated after receiving someone else's order? This is a violation of the contract"
"You want to refund the money to me? Do you think this can be solved so easily?"
Another waitress came over and looked with dissatisfaction at the woman who was making a phone call in the corner. She said angrily, "Sylvia Moore, don't think that just because you hooked up with the manager, you can slack off and not do any work!"
Sylvia still wanted to curse at the person on the other line, but the sudden call of her name caused her facial expression to change. She quickly covered her cell phone and then cursed loudly at the person.
"I thought it was someone important. It turned out to be a scum like you."
Sylvia sneered and hung up the phone. She got up and approached the girl.
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