Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right

Domenic’s heart sank, agitation stirring within him.

Noticing his boss’s somber silence, Hendrix cautiously inquired, “Sir, how do we go about this?”

Domenic’s response was terse but decisive.

“I understand.

Investigate the true cause of the accident.

Additionally, ensure stability among Lindsey’s business partners.

Maintain their alliances discreetly.

My involvement should remain undisclosed.

”

With that, Domenic ended the call abruptly, leaving Hendrix stunned.

His boss had changed since meeting Lindsey.

Even amidst her alleged betrayal, Domenic remained remarkably composed, considering her welfare.

There were truths Hendrix wrestled with, truths he wasn’t sure he should voice.

Yet, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Domenic needed to know more.

Deliberately, he sought information at the hospital, only to uncover something extraordinary.

The hospital’s nurses said that Lindsey had been caring for Sumner nicely lately, in a kind and meticulous manner.

Sumner’s doctor and nurses assumed they were a young couple and took her as a wonderful girlfriend who would never leave her lover.

He had just mentioned that Lindsey was already freed from the hospital to hint at her unusual closeness with Sumner.

His suspicion increased as he gave it more thought.

Had she cheated on Domenic? Was his boss about to get dumped?

Hendrix’s eyes grew wide.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Could a woman ever have the audacity to dump his boss? How dare she!

But why wasn’t Domenic furious? Why was he prioritizing Lindsey’s business affairs? Did he not grasp the severity of the situation, or did he simply not care?

Hendrix sighed, realizing his role was to follow orders, not interfere in matters of the heart.

The next day, Xiomara hailed a taxi to a medical research and development center.

As she gazed up at the imposing white edifice before her, she took a steadying breath, her nerves fluttering Like leaves in a gentle breeze.

This marked her first time negotiating a collaboration since embarking on her professional journey.

Despite the connection with Lindsey’s brother, a twinge of apprehension crept over her, a fear of missteps haunting her thoughts.

Upon arriving, Xiomara approached the front desk, where the receptionist cast a curious glance at the appointment schedule before bestowing her with an inquisitive look.

Perplexed, Xiomara inquired, “Is something wrong?”

“Oh, nothing of course! Professor Leonel Lopez’s office awaits you at the far end of the third floor.

”

Clearly, Xiomara’s presence held significance, evidenced by Leonel’s departure from his usual morning research and development engagements to accommodate her visit.

Withdrawing her perceptive and questioning gaze, the receptionist marked the schedule of appointments.

With the receptionist’s directions in mind, Xiomara found herself standing before the door to Leonel’s office.

Mentally preparing herself, she rapped gently against the door.

“Come in, please.

” A calm response came from inside the door.

As she stepped inside, her eyes fell on Leonel, seated upright behind his desk, absorbed in his work.

Leonel donned a pristine white medical coat, its top buttons undone, offering a glimpse of his collar.

Adorned with semi-rimless spectacles resting on his prominent nose, his eyes, beneath the lenses, emanated an air of sophistication tinged with authority.

Seeing Xiomara, Leonel’s countenance softened, prompting him to rise and approach her.

“Miss Vance, please, take a seat,” he invited courteously.

As Xiomara settled onto the adjacent sofa, Leonel gracefully placed a steaming cup of tea before her.

“Please, enjoy,” he offered.