34. I'm Not Weak!

"Who?" asked Jerrald once again. He listened carefully. Hoping the secretary had gotten the name wrong.

"E-Eric. Floy called her friend Eric for help when you and Floy were trapped in the elevator." Eloy explained again with cold sweat already running down his back.

The man who was leaning against the back of the bed in front of him looked furious since Eloy mentioned the name of the man Floy had contacted.

Actually, Eloy had expected the boss' reaction to be like this.

However, he had no choice but to honestly tell the full chronology of what happened two days ago because Jerrald demanded an explanation.

The corner of Jerrald's eye twitched. He looked at Eloy sharply. His jaw hardened. Both hands were clenched tightly into fists.

Eloy winced at the thought of how painful the boss's wrist was. Moreover, the wrist had received an IV needle that had been removed since last night.

Were his boss's veins okay?

"Where's Cia?" asked Jerrald coldly.

"D-didn't you order her to clean the living