Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife-Chapter 78 - 77: A Bout of Nonsense
The two of them messed around, from the bed to the bathroom, then to the sofa, and back to the bed again.
Bella Acker felt as though she was about to die. In the end, she wasn’t sure if she passed out or fell asleep.
Damian Sinclair held the little woman who had fallen asleep in his arms, gently pulling away the damp strands of hair stuck to her cheeks, his eyes showing a tenderness never seen before.
He held her for a while, ensuring she was sleeping soundly before getting up to take a shower in the bathroom, dressing up, and going out.
Damian Sinclair didn’t go far; he went to the room next door.
He raised his hand to knock on the door, and shortly thereafter, the door opened from inside.
"Boss, the person has been brought," the assistant said respectfully, stepping aside to let him in.
"Hmm," Damian replied coldly, stepping into the room, "Is he awake?"
"Not yet." The assistant closed the door, followed behind him, and asked respectfully, "Boss, should I wake him up?"
Damian didn’t answer immediately. He strode into the room, saw President Lloyd lying on the ground like a sack of potatoes, still unconscious, and stepped over his body coldly, sitting on the sofa on the other side. He then said, "Wake him up."
"Alright." The assistant replied, taking a fruit dish to the restroom, filling it with cold water, and splashing it directly onto President Lloyd’s face.
"Ah!" President Lloyd let out a startled cry, shaking his head in fear as he finally woke up, "You all... you..."
His gaze shifted from the assistant to Damian Sinclair, the initial anger instantly replaced by panic. Ignoring the dull pain below, recalling the previous events, he knelt down, pleading, "President Sinclair, it’s a misunderstanding! There must be some misunderstanding, please let me explain."
"I personally saw you touching my woman, and you say it’s a misunderstanding. So, you think I’m blind?" Damian Sinclair said coldly, looking at him, his expression frighteningly dark, his Evil Qi completely unmasked.
President Lloyd, intimidated by his aura, went weak in the knees, his corpulent body trembling violently, tears and snot flowing, "President Sinclair, I didn’t know she was your woman! Please pardon me this time, President Sinclair!"
"Who can be touched and who cannot. Aurelian Media Corporation has been running for over twenty years, and you still need me to teach you this principle?" Damian’s voice was quiet but made President Lloyd turn pale with fear.
Aurelian Media Corporation has been in operation for over twenty years, thriving not as the industry leader but standing among the few elites. Even stars like Vivian Norris and Archer Quinn, who hold a stable position in the entertainment world, have to flatter him.
But what does that matter?
Not even a hundred Aurelian Media Corporations can compare to the Sinclair Clan, whose family history can be traced back to The Quen Dynasty.
Moreover, Damian Sinclair’s methods are far more forceful and formidable than those of his predecessors; no one dares provoke him.
President Lloyd was now gutted with regret, cursing his bad luck, wondering why he listened to Vivian Norris’s instigation to touch the woman named Bella Acker.
Even if he were foolish, he could now see the extraordinary relationship between Bella Acker and Damian Sinclair. Besides, he wasn’t foolish.
"President Sinclair, I alone am responsible for my actions today. You can do as you wish with me, just spare Aurelian Media. My dad is getting old, and if he finds out something happened to the company, he’ll be furious to death. I’m begging you, President Sinclair!" President Lloyd now disregarded his dignity, tears and snot streaming, knelt on the ground, kowtowing and begging.
