CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 153 Francis And Johnson Met

Chapter 153 Francis And Johnson Met

Johnson smiled and watched as she took off each piece of clothing.

Then she hugged herself and faced the wall, wishing she could bury her head in it. Her black hair cascaded behind her, contrasting with her fair skin.

"Pants."

Lilian's back stiffened, and she squeezed her arms with so much strength that her fingers turned pale. Her slender and thin figure trembled in the water.

She no longer hoped for someone to save her.

Because no one would come to save her. She knew it...

Countless times before, when she begged for someone to save her, no one extended a helping hand to her, not even a simple gesture.

She was no longer the mute girl who had someone to protect her when she was a child.

Grandpa Thomas was no longer around.

Francis no longer paid attention to her.

Her surroundings were already a desert, empty and devoid of anyone. The only person who cared about her like a friend was now being held captive by Johnson.

What meaning did her struggles and dignity have?

Lilian compromised. She no longer struggled. Whatever Johnson wanted her to do, she would do it.

If he wanted her to undress, she would undress. If he wanted her dead, then she would die.

Her worthless life was of no concern to anyone.

It didn't matter anymore.

Perhaps she was too tired, or perhaps it was too cold in the bathroom, or perhaps she had been tortured too harshly by Johnson.

She suddenly felt dizzy, and that familiar dizziness swept over her once again.

Lilian's body swayed, and she fell to the ground. Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

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It was the third day since Lilian went missing, and Nelson still hadn't found her.

He was so anxious and paced back and forth in the yard outside the villa.

While everyone else was worried, Francis was surprisingly the calmest. He went to work and came home as usual these past two days as if Lilian was still there.

No, he was even more diligent than when Lilian was there, almost coming home every day.

No one knew what he was thinking.

After Nelson paced in the yard for about ten minutes, the door of the villa suddenly opened, and Francis walked out in proper attire.

Nelson hurriedly approached him. Francis's expression was normal, his eyes indifferent. After glancing at Nelson, he walked towards the car.

Nelson sat in the driver's seat and looked at the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Francis was already leaning back in the seat, tilting his head slightly and resting his eyes closed.

Nelson didn't dare to speak. He started the car and drove to the company.

When Francis walked towards the elevator, he encountered Johnson again. The two exchanged a glance, exchanged pleasantries, and entered the elevator together.

Johnson glanced at him twice and suddenly spoke, "Haven't you found your pet yet?"

Francis didn't look at him. "What's the use of finding someone ungrateful?"

"Is that so?"

"She always feels that the outside world is beautiful. Whether it's beautiful or not, she'll know once she goes see it herself."

Johnson's smile faltered for a moment, but it was only a fleeting moment. "You're right. After experiencing hardships, maybe she will go home herself."

Francis turned his head slightly and suddenly looked at Johnson.

Johnson met his gaze calmly.

Neither of them spoke. The elevator was particularly quiet, almost as if the pause button had been pressed except for the numbers jumping on the elevator.

Ding.

The elevator reached the 20th floor, and Francis walked out. Before leaving, he said, "Remember to pick up those investment proposals."

Johnson was stunned. Before he could respond, the elevator doors closed again.

Later in the evening, Johnson went to the CEO's office to pick up the two proposals. He took a look and found that Francis had already signed them.

"These have been approved?"

Francis rubbed the place between his eyebrows and looked somewhat tired. "Follow up on them properly and don't delay too long."