Mistakenly Love You To The Bones

The headquarters of the Clinton group is the president’s office on the 56th floor of Song’s Building.

The sun is about to set, and the setting sun is hanging on the top of the mountain, reflecting the clouds as red as if burned.

The tall building looks very small under the burning clouds.

Nicola Clinton has just finished a multinational meeting, raised her hand and rubbed her eyebrows. She looks a little tired, but still has no intention of getting up and going off work – even at this time, it has already passed the time for the ordinary staff of the Clinton group to leave work.

“President Clinton.” At this time, the assistant knocked at the door and came in with a thick stack of documents.

As the assistant of Nicola Clinton, he always leaves work whenever president Clinton leaves work – because Nicola Clinton has been working overtime for more than one month in succession, day by day longer, day by day later, and he can only work overtime day by day later.

Clearly, he is a young man who is under 30 years old, and he is almost bald after suffering.

The assistant looked at Nicola Clinton’s thick hair with resentment, and was envious. He stepped forward and put down the document in his hand: “President Song, this is the information you asked to investigate.”

Nicola Clinton took it over, flipped it roughly, and changed her face: “Have you found those people?”

“Yes.”

After the butler reported the results of the investigation that day and learned that all the prison guards in Amelia Wytte’s prison had left, Nicola Clinton sent people to continue to investigate the whereabouts of these prison guards. Now it can be found.

“Where are they?”

“It’s a coincidence,” said the assistant. “The jailers seem to have made a lot of money after leaving the office, and then began to go into business. However, one of them lost all his money in business failure and could only find a job again.”

He paused and said, “It happened that he went to a subsidiary of our company to interview the security guard, and the person has been taken downstairs.”

The newly recruited security guard downstairs is really a little scared.

He was sent to the head office from the subsidiary company overnight. From the beginning, he felt happy and happy. With a long time of waiting, he was only surprised and uncertain.

He is just a common little guy who applied for security. How could he suddenly be brought here.

He hasn’t done anything outrageous

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The security guard didn’t know what he thought of and suddenly turned pale.

When asking for help, he pulled the sleeve of the old security guard on one side and said, “Brother, can you tell me what this is calling me to the head office for? I really have no bottom line in my heart.”

“I don’t know. It’s all the above. We security guards don’t know.”

“Then my…”

“Oh, you don’t have to be so flustered. You haven’t done anything wrong. Maybe it’s a good thing. Just wait!”

As soon as the voice fell, the elevator opposite the president opened with a clang.

Nicola Clinton stepped out in a suit.

I don’t know how many times the old security guard has seen Nicola Clinton during his working time here. I’m not surprised, but he said: “This is not coming, but it’s Mr. Song who came down in person, you boy, this is a great good thing!”

I didn’t notice that the security guard looked as pale as a ghost at the moment he saw Nicola Clinton’s face.

“Nicola Clinton…”

As Nicola Clinton approached step by step, he was even more flustered and could not speak quickly.

“It seems you recognize me? Good!” Nicola Clinton sneered, stood in front of him and looked down at him.

” Mr. Clinton…” The security guard stuttered more and more.

Nicola Clinton is not ready to beat around the bush with him: “Come on, what happened in those days?”

From the look of the security guard, he could see everything.

He completely changed face. He was scared to say that I had done nothing wrong.

The security guard confirmed that Nicola Clinton, when he was told to take good care of Amelia Wyte in the name of Nicola Clinton, he also deliberately went to know who Nicola Clinton was.

When I knew the identity of Nicola Clinton, I hesitated for a long time.

However, in the end, it was not enough to resist the temptation of money. After all, as long as Amelia Wyte was tortured and tortured and did so in the name of Nicola Clinton, he could get a large amount of money that he could not earn for most of his life.

“I, Mr. Clinton, I, I, I, my lard, have a lot of…” The security guard plopped down on his knees, trembling and apologizing to Nicola Clinton.

Nicola Clinton, however, was very impatient and interrupted him directly: “I didn’t want to hear you say this. You should know what I want to know?”

“Yes, yes!” The security guard swallowed bitterly, and the bean-sized sweat drops dropped from his head. Even his eyes were misted, but he did not dare to lift his hand to wipe them.

“Yes…” He looked up at Nicola Clinton quietly, “I did receive money and was told to take good care of Amelia Wytte in prison…”

Nicola Clinton turned black for two minutes: “I don’t want to hear this. Who is that person?”

“At the beginning, a woman came to me, and several of my colleagues were all gathered together by him. He gave us five million yuan and let us torture Amelia Wyte…”

“That man…” His voice became lighter and lighter, and he could hardly hear it. “Yes… it was your mother.”

Laura Kent!

Nicola Clinton stared: “Are you serious?”

“It’s true. It’s really Yang MRs. Kent who told me to do this. If I lie, I will die.”

“That’s right!” He suddenly remembered what he was in a hurry to flip through his wallet, and then pulled out a photo. “When she gave the money, I secretly took a photo, you see.”

The assistant took the photo, and Nicola Clinton just glanced at it and confirmed the identity of the woman in the photo.

It looks younger than it is now, and its overall bearing is not necessarily so peaceful, but Laura Kent is right.

He clenched his fist heavily.

“Go to the hospital!”

The assistant knew the cause and process of the whole thing. After all, he prepared the investigation.

Now it is almost the idea of fear.

But he didn’t dare to show any sign on his face. He answered, followed Nicola Clinton out, and quietly winked at the security captain behind him.

What to do with this security guard? His signs will always be clear in his mind.

hospital.

Standing outside Amelia Wytte’s ward, Nicola Clinton felt timid for the first time and dared not push the door.

The assistant is standing behind him, and his heart is too anxious. You are moving! After finding out the truth, I have to explain.