CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 149 Have Some Backbone

Chapter 149 Have Some Backbone

Johnson Smith was slightly taken aback, but soon resumed his smile, "Is that so? Let me check again."

He picked up the document again and said, "Wait for me to make the changes, then I'll show you."

Francis Landau didn't speak, tacitly agreeing.

Johnson Smith took the document and left. Francis Landau took off his tie and unbuttoned two buttons.

All expressions disappeared from his face, and he sat silently in the conference room, his gaze drifting.

Until Harriet Osborne knocked and entered.

"Mr. Landau, I couldn't reach you on the phone yesterday. I went to liaise with the client, and everything has been settled. Here's the contract for your review."

Francis Landau took the contract from her hands, flipping through it casually, "Hmm, you continue."

"Alright."

Harriet Osborne took the contract back, unable to resist taking another look at him.

Hesitating, she asked, "Mr. Landau, is something bothering you?"

Francis Landau looked up at her, "Is it that obvious?"

Harriet smiled, "Indeed, it's obvious. You only flipped through two pages of the contract without really looking."

Francis Landau remained silent for a moment, then stood up and left the conference room.

......

When Lilian Rossum woke up, she was still on the ground. After a night's rest, her whole body ached.

The ground was cold, and the side of her face that was pressed against it had lost all sensation.

She looked around, still in the same room as yesterday, her wrists still tied.

What was different was that there was a bowl in front of her, filled with cold food.

She pursed her lips. Even though the food was cold, she could still smell its aroma, which tantalized her taste buds, making her salivate.

But in her current position, eating from that bowl would be no different from a dog.

She gripped the armrest of the chair, staring intently at the bowl. She moved her lips, and after a few seconds, she closed her eyes and turned her head away.

Perhaps her will to live wasn't that strong, so the feeling of hunger wasn't too unbearable.

Just then, the door suddenly opened, startling Lilian, who looked up.

Johnson Smith was still wearing that dark red traditional attire. He crouched down in front of Lilian, tilting his head slightly as he stared at her.

His slightly curled short hair hung down, casting a faint shadow on his face, making him look especially gentle.

He then shifted his gaze to the bowl of food and chuckled lightly, "You do have some backbone."

His words didn't sound like a compliment, and sure enough, the next moment, he grabbed her hair and yanked her up. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

She was still tied to the chair, and her hair could hardly bear the weight and fell off. Who knew how many strands were pulled out, causing her face to turn pale and her veins to bulge, distorting her features.

"With such backbone, why are you still by Francis Landau's side, acting like a groveling dog?"

He seemed to be mumbling to himself, but also seemed to be speaking to her.

Johnson picked up the bowl and brought it to Lilian's mouth, his voice still gentle, "Eat, or you'll starve to death."

"Hmm, perhaps you want to die?"

He chuckled, "You can't die."

The gentler his smile, the more twisted his actions. Holding the bowl, he pressed Lilian's face into it.

Lilian's mouth and nose were completely blocked by the food, making it impossible for her to breathe. Rice grains got sucked into her nostrils, causing her to cough desperately.

Johnson Smith pressed her head firmly, and her coughing caused the rice to spill out of the bowl, falling on his hands and scattering all over the floor.

She struggled, but being tied up and having been starved for so long, she had no strength left.

She even began to feel oxygen-deprived, her consciousness gradually blurring.

Johnson Smith's voice came from above, "Weren't you able to make a sound? Why can't you speak now?"

In fact, her coughing wasn't very noticeable. Rather than a sound, it was more like the sound of gasping.

Lilian felt dazed and couldn't hear what he was saying. Eventually, she lost all her strength and gradually stopped struggling in his grasp.

Johnson removed the bowl, and air rushed back into her nostrils, carrying with the grains of rice, all of which were inhaled into her trachea.