My fiancé was stolen by Jiao Niu Ma. I turned around and became the president.
Chapter 10
The next dozen hours felt like rolling through hell.
The hospital emergency room was packed, filled with the sour stench of vomit, the sharp smell of disinfectant, and the painful groans of dozens of employees.
Family members, hearing the news, arrived, their furious accusations almost raising the roof.
I, along with the few remaining senior executives, moved through it like a fire brigade.
Consoling families, liaising with doctors, cooperating with government investigations, handling urgent contracts…
My brain was working at high speed, but my body felt like lead.
My throat was already hoarse, my eyes bloodshot, my stomach empty yet without appetite, only cold coffee keeping me going.
Julian’s phone? Still silent.
His social media account, however, was updated—they had moved to a dimly lit dessert shop, sharing a hundred-times more exquisite-looking Tiramisu.
It wasn’t until past midnight that the chaotic emergency room finally quieted down a bit.
My taut nerves suddenly slackened, and an intense wave of dizziness washed over me.
I leaned against the cold wall, clinging to my last shred of consciousness, and said to my equally exhausted subordinates, “You all take turns resting, I…”
Before I finished speaking, my vision suddenly went black.
Before losing consciousness, I seemed to hear a startled cry: “Anya!”
When I woke again, the hospital room’s stark white ceiling was above me.
A person sat by the bed: Julian.
He looked rather disheveled.