Leaving the Wrong Love Behind Forever novel Chapter 529

"Oh, I see. You are talking about the Gucci Group Building. In this case, you wait a moment and I will make a call to find out the situation." Arthur suddenly realized something and hurriedly picked up his mobile phone and made a call. Charles heard him asking: "Mr. Thomas, what's going on over there?"

Charles didn't know what was said on the other end of the call, but Arthur's face suddenly became angry, and he yelled: "Bastard, what kind of construction are you doing? You even drilled the ceiling downstairs, get out of there now. I don't need you on this project, you are useless."

"It's done." He hung up the phone and shrugged: "I'm deeply sorry for this unfortunate occurrence. Don't worry, I will apologize to Sylvia and am willing to compensate for all damages, including emotional damage."

Charles looked at him coldly: "Arthur, although the Bridgewater Corporation is the pride of the business world, I, Charles, am not intimidated. If you want to be my enemy, I will not be afraid. Sylvia is with me now. She is my girlfriend, if you dare to do anything to her, I will take all measures to protect my woman."

"Hey, Mr. Jacobs, you really made a strong statement." Arthur stood up, picked up the porcelain cup on the table, walked to him slowly and politely, and looked at him with a smile.

He was obviously smiling, but Charles could see the murderous intent in his eyes.

He pursed his lower lip and looked directly at him with no warmth in his dark eyes.

The two men stood opposite each other, both full of hostility and tense.

The air was filled with a tense and suffocating atmosphere.

Arthur slowly brought the cup to his mouth and took a sip.

"Ah, it's so hot." Suddenly, he loosened his fingers, and the cup fell straight down. By accident, it hit Charles's foot. The cup cracked from the middle, and the sharp porcelain pieces bounced from the floor and pierced into his instep.

The muscles at the corners of Charles's lips twitched.

Blood flowed from the instep of his foot almost immediately.

Arthur's face changed color: "Hey, Mr. Jacobs, I'm so sorry. The coffee 2as too hot. I couldn't hold the cup steady for a moment and it dropped. I have committed a great sin. What should I do? You are bleeding. You must be very hurt. I'll call an ambulance now."

She wasn't sure what happened, but the smell of blood went straight into her nose. Following the smell of blood, she could see the broken porcelain cup and the piece of porcelain that pierced into Charles's instep. It looked very deep.

She turned pale.

Charles was wearing white socks that day, and the blood seeped out and stained the instep of his feet, which looked particularly scary.

"Charles." Sylvia felt very uncomfortable, and immediately rushed over to help him and slowly squatted down to look at his instep, with worry on her face: "Does it hurt? What happened?"

Charles bent down slightly and stroked her head: "Silly girl, it's okay. I was just stabbed by a piece of porcelain. I'm not that fragile."

Sylvia pursed her lower lip, she suddenly raised her head and stared at Arthur, with sharp eyes, and asked angrily: "Mr. Bridgewater, may I ask what's going on? How did Charles's instep get hurt like this in your office?"