Chapter 74 His Concern

Verian was carried directly into the lounge of the president's office by Heaton. Heaton threw the woman on his shoulder directly onto the soft big bed in the lounge. Verian quickly got up and was about to run away. The man kicked the lounge door and pulled her arm to bring her back. "If you don't want to continue climbing the staircase, just stay here obediently." She would rather climb the staircase than to stay in the same room with him, OK? As she was angry, a big hand reached her forehead. Verian subconsciously retreated to the bed behind her and stared at him vigilantly. Heaton's big hand paused. He seemed to understand what she was afraid of. He pursed his thin lips and spoke in an icy voice. "Relax. I'm not interested in a disabled patient." A disabled patient? If it were not for him, why would she become a disabled patient? Was he feeling embarrassed to say this? Verian removed his hand. "Why do you bring me here? What do you want to do? I still have work to do. President Fudd,