Alan Morgan sat alone in his Office Room, feeling like he was on pins and needles. I’m done for, I’m done for! I might really get banished to the frontier this time. What should I do? He needed to call for help. So once again, he dialed Owen Lewis’s number. Owen Lewis, who was in Canada at the time, was in the arms of his wife, enjoying his beauty sleep. "Alan Morgan, if you don’t have anything urgent, just you wait until I get back, and I’ll wring your neck!" Owen Lewis bellowed, absolutely furious. Annie Davidson frowned at the noise and smacked a hand across Owen Lewis’s handsome face. SLAP! The sound was very loud in the quiet hospital. Evidently, Alan Morgan on the other end of the phone also heard this crisp slap. Hmm... Lewis got hit by Annie again? On the other end, Owen Lewis was gritting his teeth, but his voice was much lower now. Alan Morgan hesitated for a moment, then also lowered his voice. "I’ve caused trouble. Oh, no, that’s not right. It’s the women in the Secretary Department—they’ve caused trouble right under my nose." This is terrible, so terrible. The CEO hasn’t contacted him yet, but he had a premonition it would be soon. He was already not far from death’s door. "What kind of trouble did they cause?" What kind of trouble could those women possibly cause? His knowledge was limited; he really couldn’t figure it out. Did they plant a bomb in the CEO Office? "They ganged up to bully a... a newbie, and the Boss found out, and then... Ugh, I didn’t call to tell you what happened. I’m calling to ask you, what should I do!?" Alan Morgan paced anxiously in his Office Room. Should he turn himself in, or wait for the CEO’s punishment? "How ridiculous. It’s nothing serious." Googlᴇ search 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦•𝘯𝘦𝘵 With a click, Owen Lewis hung up the phone and then promptly turned it off. Holding his wife was much more comfortable; he couldn’t care less about whatever earth-shattering events were happening on the other end. Alan Morgan, after all, had been through thick and thin with the Boss for so many years. How could he get into serious trouble over such trivial matters from the Secretary Department? He must have called deliberately to tease me. Damn him! When I’ve recovered and I’m back, I’ll definitely make him pay! Listening to the dial tone, Alan Morgan was on the verge of tears. So much for ’good buddies.’ At the critical moment, he chose to stab me in the back. Since his good buddy was useless in a crisis, he decided to turn to his "Sister-in-law." So, a certain someone shamelessly sat back down at his desk, opened his inbox, and sent a message to his "Sister-in-law." "What do you think of me, Sister-in-law?" Mhm, better to get on her good side first, lay some groundwork. That way, it’ll be easier to bring up the real issue. 「Meanwhile, in the Secretary Department.」 Nia Mitchell looked at the message on her computer, and the corner of her mouth twitched. Special Assistant Morgan... What is he trying to do? Could it be that Special Assistant Morgan wants to borrow money from me? As for that, she was powerless to help; she was very poor right now. "I have no money," was Nia Mitchell’s reply. "Special Assistant Morgan, if you want to borrow money, you should ask the CEO. He has lots of money..." And he’s a bit of a fool. No, no, how could I say that about my own uncle? I should say, he’s rich and imposing. 「Not too far away, in his Office Room.」 Alan Morgan’s lips twitched, and his eye began to twitch uncontrollably. Boss, your niece is so amusing, did you know? "Sister-in-law, I don’t want to borrow money from you. I just want to save my skin, that’s all." Money? Ha! He genuinely didn’t lack it. Following the Boss, his net worth had already shot up. Even before he started following the Boss, he had never been short of money, okay?