Classic Novel
Chapter 289
Chapter 289
Parched like a desert traveler, Magnus hastily sipped the freshly brewed tea, only to spit it out
instantaneously. He demanded in a stern voice, “What happened to this tea? Are you sure this is the
same stuff Molly usually makes?”
The startled assistant nodded nervously, “Yes, sir. This is the only tea in Molly’s cabinet, the Arabica, it
is.” NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.
“No! That’s not the taste! Go find Molly now! Immediately, right now!” Magnus roared, his mind filled
with thoughts of the tea Molly usually brewed for him.
“Alright, alright...” The assistant was relieved. He would rather run till he broke a leg to find Molly than
bear the brunt of Magnus’ fury.
“Such irresponsibility! She promised and didn’t keep her word, instead, she took off without notice. That
Molly, when she comes back, I’ll give her a piece of my mind!” Magnus fumed, pacing the room as his
anger flared.
Meanwhile, Belle had been keeping an eye on the CEO’s office since Molly’s departure. When she saw
Magnus dismissed the server who brewed the tea, she knew her plan had worked.
‘Watch out, Natalia and Magnus, I’ll make your lives a living hell!’
Magnus was waiting anxiously in his office, feeling an inner rage burning. He vented his anger by
smashing everything in his office but still felt unsatisfied.
“Argh!” Magnus shouted as he felt his limbs start to numb. He collapsed on the floor, rolling around.
He felt as though his body was crawling with insects, an unbearable mixture of itchiness and
numbness. His bones ached as if a blunt knife was scraping inside him, a torture worse than death by a
thousand cuts.
“Ah!”
Paul was supposed to pick up Magnus that day. As he pushed open the office door, he found Magnus
rolling on the floor in distress. Startled, he rushed to Magnus’ side, bending down to help him, “Sir, what
happened?”
Magnus was already delirious. His eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Paul, who was trying to help
him, with a hideous face. Without hesitation, he swung his fist at Paul.
Paul was caught off guard and was punched squarely by Magnus, falling to the ground with blood
seeping from his nose.
Looking at the frantic Magnus, Paul realized the severity of the situation. He ignored the bleeding from
his nose, and bent down again, trying to help Magnus up from the ground.
But Magnus now was not the calm and wise Magnus he knew. He was like a madman and did not
recognize Paul. His mind was filled with thoughts of destruction. His inner rage was burning ferociously,
demanding the annihilation of everything in sight!
As Paul, bleeding from his forehead, bent down to help Magnus up, he was met with more ferocious
punches.
Paul braced himself against the forceful punches and managed to help Magnus up. “Sir, what’s
happening? It’s me, Paul!”
However, Paul’s words fell on deaf ears. Magnus, who had just been helped up, was holding a bronze
horse statue that he had knocked over, and without a second thought, he smashed it towards Paul’s
head.
“Thump!”
Although Paul dodged, Magnus inevitably hit his forehead. No matter how tough a person was, they
couldn’t win against a bronze artifact. Blood began to stream down Paul’s forehead. He shook his head
to clear the dizziness and managed to steady himself.
But as soon as Paul had steadied himself, Magnus swung the bronze horse at him again.
“Get me tea! Now! Or I’ll kill you!” Magnus raved like a demon escaped from hell.
Paul dodged Magnus’ attack, horrified. Magnus’ behavior was eerily similar to that of a drug addict.
“Get me tea! Now!” Magnus swung the bronze horse at Paul.
Paul knew talking was useless at this point. He quickly left the office and dialed 911. The ambulance
arrived promptly. Medics managed to sedate Magnus and transported him to the Andersen family’s
private hospital via the CEO’s elevator.
After all this was done, Paul, with his face smeared with blood, finally called Natalia, “Ma’am,
something’s wrong with Mr. Magnus. I hope you can come to the hospital immediately.”
Upon receiving Paul’s call, Natalia was taken aback. She knew Paul was very reliable. He wouldn't
bother her unless he encountered something he couldn’t handle. Now he was telling her that Magnus
was in the hospital; what had happened?
On the way to the hospital, Natalia was restless, worrying about Magnus. Was he ill? He was perfectly
fine when he left in the morning. Soon, she arrived at the hospital. Paul greeted her as soon as she
walked in, “Ma’am, you’re finally here. Thank goodness.”
“What’s wrong? What happened to Magnus? What happened?” Natalia was shocked to see Paul’s
blood-streaked face.
“What happened to you? Where’s Magnus?” She looked around anxiously but didn’t see Magnus.
“Ma’am, don’t panic. He just had a sedative. He’s sleeping now. Look.” Saying this, Paul led Natalia to
the window of Magnus’ ward.
Through the hospital’s transparent glass window, Natalia was astonished to see Magnus bound to the
hospital bed. His face was pale and haggard as if he had been seriously ill.
“Paul, why is Magnus tied up? What happened to him?”
Natalia couldn’t understand. Magnus was fine when he left in the morning, but now he looked like a
completely different person.
Paul sighed, “Ma’am, the boss seems to be suffering from withdrawal symptoms.”
“Addiction?” Natalia stumbled back, shaking her head in disbelief. Impossible!
No way, it couldn’t be. Magnus was not that kind of man. He was so exceptional, so distinguished, he
would never have anything to do with drugs!
“Madam, I understand your disbelief, I, too, find it hard to believe,” Paul responded, pointing to his
bandaged forehead. “I went to pick up the young master and unluckily ran into him in the throes of
withdrawal. He began twitching uncontrollably, and then started to lash out. He hit me here with a brass
statue. If I hadn't dodged in time, I believe he wouldn't have hesitated to kill me on the spot."
Natalia was too shocked to speak. No, the Magnus that Paul described was not the Magnus she knew.
The Magnus she knew might have been a bit arrogant and stubborn, but he was certainly not a
bloodthirsty madman.