Chapter 145 No Spicy Food

"Okay. You too. Have a good night," Nancy said with a smile, then stepped back into the elevator. The moment Gideon walked into his house, he went straight to the medicine cabinet, shook two antacid tablets into his palm, and swallowed them dry. Then, he dropped onto the couch and leaned back while he rode out the churn in his stomach. Nausea clawed at him, and he felt as if he needed to throw up but couldn't. His phone rang a minute later. It was a video call from Corey. Corey's face filled the screen from where he stood inside a luxury boutique. "Mr. Fuller, I pulled a few bags that I think might be winners. Do you want to take a look?" Corey paused, noticing something amiss with his employer. Even with Gideon trying to act calm, Corey knew him well enough to notice the slight pinch between his brows and the faint flush on his lips. "Mr. Fuller, what happened?" he asked. "I'm fine. Show me the bags." Gideon kept his tone even, although his face told a different story. "You ha