Chapter 522
"Sure thing, miss."
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Lionel returned to the CEO's office door just as Elliot called him in. He pushed the door open and found Elliot sitting at the desk, wiping his face with wet tissue in front of a small mirror.
The leather gloves he wore to work in the morning were already in the trash bin.
"Mr. Jenkins, what's the matter?"
Elliot had wiped off most of the lipstick marks from his face.
"Where were you just now?"
Lionel reported dutifully, "Ms. Sheena was looking for me. She suspected you were sick and wanted me to confirm."
"You told her everything?"
"Of course not! I wouldn't dare to. I didn't say anything!"
Elliot's dark expression eased a little.
Lionel, not entirely understanding, cautiously advised, "But you know how Ms. Sheena is. Once she starts suspecting something, she won't stop until she finds out the truth. Are you really not going to tell her?"
"Telling her would only make her suffer." Elliot lowered his gaze, looking melancholic. "I'll

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