A Sweet Night The CEO Loves His Wife Ardently

Chapter 57

Bryson looked down at Audrey and said coldly and angrily, "Do you really know about this case? Do you know what would happen if you offend Lance?"

His imposing manner made Audrey extremely nervous.

She stealthily but swiftly swiped her room card with her hand behind her back.

"Mr. Bryson, I'm going back to my room. Good night."

She quickly opened the door, ran into the room, and slammed the door immediately.

Bryson stared at the door in front of him, his face gloomy.

It seemed that Audrey would not give up the case.

He returned to his room and frowned at the small room and the shabby bathroom.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

He had sent someone to investigate Audrey's whereabouts in the evening and the person called now.

"What did you find?" Bryson picked up the phone and asked.

The person reported everything that had happened after Audrey left the hotel, including her encounter with Lance.

Bryson's face turned grimmer and grimmer as he listened to the man.

It turned out that Audrey did not accidentally fall into the garbage dump and got so messy. Instead, she jumped into the dump to look for her belonging which Lance had thrown into.

...

In the Brook Villa.

Lance strode into the main villa.

As he walked in, a servant just happened to come out. He didn't see Lance and bumped into Lance head-on. The soup in his hand instantly spilled onto Lance's white shirt.

The servant was so frightened that he knelt down and fell to the ground.

"Mr. Lance, please! Please!"

Lance looked at the stains on his shirt with disgust, and then shot venomous looks at the servant.

Everyone in the Brook Villa knew that Lance was a neat freak. He hated the most that his clothes were stained. The servant knew he had gotten himself in trouble, so he was naturally frightened.

"How dare you spill soup on my clothes!"

The servant trembled and he couldn't help himself to grab Lance's leg with his hands filled with soup.

"Mr. Lance, please spare me this time. I won't again!"

A greasy mark of hands appeared on Lance's white suit trousers instantly.

Lance raised his foot in disgust and kicked the servant hard. The servant rolled down the stairs. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

Lance then looked at his subordinates following him and said, "Get him out. I don't want to see him again!"

"Yes, Mr. Lance!"

The servant was dragged away from Brook Villa in fear.

After that, Lance continued to walk. He went straight to the closet, took off his clothes, threw them into the trash can, took a shower, and put on a clean shirt and trousers before returning to the living room.

Just as he sat down, Raye, the subordinate he trusted, respectfully walked forward.

Lance was leaning comfortably against the sofa, with his legs crossed.

"What about the task I gave you?"

Raye's eyes flashed.

"Well..."

Lance looked at him impatiently, "Cut the crap. How did it go? Was Bryson scared out of his wits?"

Raye didn't dare to raise his head.

"No ... no, nothing happened to that batch of goods, and ... Bryson did not go to that warehouse!"

"He didn't?" Lance leaned forward slightly and curled his lips with dissatisfaction. "I gave you so much time to prepare for one thing. Now you say Bryson and that batch of goods are both fine?"

Raye became more frightened and trembled even harder.

He stammered, "Bryson ... Bryson ... took precautions. Just ... just as our men were trying to do something, they were discovered by Bryson's men. We ... we managed to escape with great difficulty."

Hearing that, Lance sneered.

"So, you came here to tell me that although you guys failed, everyone left unscathed and it is worth celebrating? Right?"

Raye wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead.

"Mr. ... Mr. Lance, that's not the case. We failed because Bryson has already made all the preparations to guard against us." He looked at his furious superior in fear and said, "He was alerted this time. I'm afraid it'll be very difficult to ... make another move."

Lance suddenly grabbed the teacup on the table, threw it at Raye and hit him on the shoulder. The water splashed out and tea leaves were scattered. Raye looked such a mess. The ground was also covered with water and tea leave,

"You losers!" Lance scolded angrily. "You can't even finish such an easy job. I paid you to solve problems for me! Have you forgotten that?"

Raye didn't dare to refute since he did fail to get his job done. He just stood there, taking the heat.

Only after Lance's anger dissipated a bit did Raye dare to speak.

"You asked me to investigate the young lady that was with you on the Green Ivy Avenue."

Hearing Audrey's name, Lance was not that angry any more.

"How is it? Did you find out who she is?"

Raye lowered his head and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead again.

"Well, I did not. That young lady is not a native of Pine City." Raye was afraid that Lance would lose temper again, so he said everything he had found out. "We found from the surveillance camera that after leaving the Green Ivy Avenue, that young lady entered the Golden Hotel. However, the hotel..."

Raye didn't continue with his words, but Lance understood what he meant.

The Golden Hotel was owned by the Cordova Group, so it was beyond Raye's power to investigate the woman.

Lance frowned.

Why did she stay at the Golden Hotel?

This was a little tricky.

Lance narrowed his eyes and suddenly said while touching his chin.

"What if I call Bryson and tell him I want make up with him and then ask him to investigate this woman for me? Do you think he will agree?"

Raye didn't say anything but thought to himself.

'Mr. Lance, are you serious? You gotta be kidding me.'

'Tonight, you sent people to make trouble for Bryson, and were caught red-handed. Now, just because you want him to investigate a woman for you, you are considering burying the hatchet with him?'

'Do you take Bryson an idiot? You think he would believe what you say?'

'It doesn't take a smart person to know that you would definitely kick away the ladder and be at odd with Bryson after your aim is achieved.'

If he was Bryson, he would definitely not help Lance.