Submit to the Boss He Rules the Boardroom and the Bedroom

Chapter 327

Chapter 327 Recovered Human being's joys and sorrows are never the same.

This night, in a bustling nightclub of Austos City, men and women were dancing carefreely in the dancing pool.

The music was loud enough to wake the dead, and the neon lights seemed to be able to light the night.

On the right side of the second floor, there was a room with one-way glass.

From inside of the room, one could see everything on the first floor clearly.

However, people outside couldn't see a thing inside.

An inner door of the room was opened.

It was a door leading to an inner room.

Heavy footsteps could be heard.

Someone was walking out.

A faint cry of a woman could be heard.

Hearing the cry, Bishop looked up and smiled at the man who walked out.

He said, "Mr.Denko, I've been waiting for so long."

The man was short but stout.

He was at his forties, and he had sharp bloodshot eye.

He was Ethan Denko Ethan wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and sat down on the sofa.

He said smilingly, "This woman is disobedient, so it took me sometime to tame her.

Sorry that I kept you waiting."

As he was saying, he cast a glance at the inner room.

Seeing this, Ethan's men hurriedly went into the room and dragged out a crying and disheveled woman.

She had several bruises on her body, face pale, eyes unfocused, lips bleeding.

On her bare shoulders had several tooth prints that was oozing blood, which was somewhat terrifying.

She was mourning.

When she saw Ethan sitting on the couch, she showed extreme fright in her eyes.

Then, she was dragged out of the room.

Bishop's eyes darkened shortly, but he remained expressionless.

It seemed that he had been given to such things.

"I didn't expect Mr.Denko like this kind of play.

Unique."

Ethan smiled.

After the door was closed, he then said unhurriedly, "Okay.

Time for business."

"No hurry."

Bishop picked up the wine glass on the table and said, "Let me give you a toast, Mr.Denko.

August's broken arm is quite a thrilling gift for our first meeting."

Hearing this, Ethan laughed out loud.

He took the wine glass on the table.

His right hand holding the goblet should shockingly have only four fingers.

His little finger was gone.

After clinking glasses, Ethan put down the glass and showed ferocity in his eyes.

"This time, he just broke his arm.

Next time, I wont be so gentlemanly."

Biship said, "To us, it's our best shot now.

He is injured, and he can't be as agile as before.

We wouldn't have such a great chance next time."

"We can't take it lightly either."

Ethan said grimly.

He then continued decisively.

"August Adams is a fucking wolf.

An injured beast is more likely to fight back.

Our plan must be perfect."

Hearing this, Bishop produced a smile.

He shook the goblet in his hand in silence.

Ethan turned to him and said, "You have any ideas?"

"If you want a perfect plan, I think I do have a perfect plan."

Bishop took a sip of his wine and continued, "I have a plan that would be a bit Costly.

But such cost would add the success rate of our plan.

I wonder whether Mr.Denko could accept it."

"Tell me about it."

"I can't tell you right now.

That would be too boring."

Bishop smiled.

"Mr.Denko, if you're willing, you can give me another share as a token of insurance. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

If it didn't work, we will stick to our original agreement and I won't even think about the extra share."

Hearing this, Ethan leaned against his seat.

After a while, he said, "Are you sure this will work?"

Bishop said smilingly, "I won't say one hundred percent.

But I think I can say eighty percent."

"Fine."

Ethan gritted his teeth.

"If it works, I will give you another share."

He lost out to August three years ago.

Now, as he finally managed to come back, he would naturally want everything to be secure.

As long as the plan started well, he would definitely become a big shot of Austos City in the future.

One share would be nothing compared to either the loss of a failure or the gain of a success.

After reckoning, he thought this insurance was worthy the share.

Bishop raised his wine glass and clinked with Ethan.

"Alright then, it's a deal."

He had figured out August's weakness, and he thought it was time to take advantage of this weakness.

One hour later, Bishop came back to his villa.

He opened the door and found the woman sleeping soundly on the sofa.

In an instant, his eyes were brimming over with tenderness.

He turned slightly to Bob and said, "Stop."

Bob stopped pushing the wheelchair.

Bishop uncovered the blanket on his laps, stoop up and walked towards the sofa.

He bent down and carried Mandy in his arms.

Then, he walked towards the stairs as he said to Bob.

"Bring the wheelchair upstairs."

Hearing this, Bob nodded as response.

In fact, Bishop's legs had recovered a month ago.

He could barely stand at first.

After rehabilitating for a long time, he had been able to walk slowly.

Now, he had completely recovered.

However, when wet weather came, his bones would be painful.

But at least he could walk now.

His recovery was only known by himself and Bob.

Even Mandy, who had been taking care of him beside him, was unaware of his recovery.

The reason why he pretended to be disabled was that he could only keep Mandy beside him at the excuse of his broken legs.

More than that, his disability could perfectly cover his identity and help him avoid risks.

Therefore, for the past month, he acted to be disabled in front of anyone except Bob.

He had had to sit on wheelchairs for years, and he knew how to avoid suspicion.

After sending Mandy to her room, he covered her with quilt.

When he wanted to leave, one of his arms was grabbed.

The woman was still sleeping.

She, in her deep slumber, mistook his hand as pillow.

Bishop was shocked.

Before he realized what happened, he had felt her soft skin.

A hot flow ran through his entire body.

A month ago, when he had been able to walk, he sensed recovery in other senses.

His lower body recovered as a whole, which meant that he restored the desire that all men had.

Seeing the pretty face of the woman, he felt an impulse in his heart.

However, his years of life of austerity helped him suppress that desire.

He took a deep breath to calm himself down.

Then, he took back his hand from the woman's arms.

He quickly walked towards the door and turned off the light.

Then, without hesitation, he closed the door.

Bob was waiting outside.

When he saw Bishop's unnatural expression, he was startled, "Sir, are you okay?"

Bishop frowned and was a little agitated.

"Of course I am okay."

Then, he walked quickly to his room.

Before he opened the door, something occurred to him.

He said seriously and coldly, "One more thing, find someone to keep an eye on Lucia.

I want detailed reports of everything she did."

Bob nodded.

"Our men have been watching her.

But..."

"What?"

Bishop turned to Bob.

Bob reported truthfully.

"Our men found that there is another group watching Lucia Mitchell."

Bishop darkened his face.

"Whose lackey?"

"Jeanne's."

Hearing this name, Bishop produced a smile.

"That's okay.

Don't worry about it."

It seemed that he wasn't the only person aiming at Lucia.

Things are getting interesting.