Submit to the Boss He Rules the Boardroom and the Bedroom

Chapter 335 Final Two Hours 

When she came out of the district, Lucia walked to the road with her suitcase and waited for Paul to arrive. 

After waiting for a while, Paul was nowhere to be seen. Lucia was hesitant to make a phone call to ask, when a 

black car drove towards her. The car pulled over in front of her, the window was rolled down and Lucia saw a completely unfamiliar face. The man in the driver's seat was the first to ask. "Excuse me, are you Ms. Mitchell?" Lucia nodded somewhat hesitantly. "I am, is there something wrong?" The man explained without haste, "There was a situation at the company, Mr. Thomas is busy dealing with it, 

so he asked me to come and pick you up first..." Lucia hesitated for a moment, glanced at the watch on her wrist, saw that time was getting late, and the said, 

"Okay." 

The man in the car smiled and immediately got out, took the suitcase in Lucia's hand and put it in the trunk. Lucia looked at her phone and was hesitant to send a message to Paul to ask about this car when the driver 

opened the car door for hier and gave lier a "please" gesture. 

Lucia could not delay any longer, so she smiled at the driver and bent down to get into the car. 

After getting into the car, she raised her eyes to look at the driver sitting in the front seat, took a deep breatlı 

and asked, "Are you the new driver? How come I haven't seen you before?" The driver smiled and said, "I'ın not new, I was mainly responsible for the company's side of things, so it's 

normal that you haven't seen ine before." Just as the car drove to the intersection, stopping for the traffic lights, the driver took out a bottle of water 

from the side and turned his head to hand it to Lucia. "Here, have some water." Lucia took it with a smile and politely replied, "Thank you." But at this time, her right eyelid "suddenly" jumped twice, instantly, a strange feeling of unease surged to her heart, she subconsciously raised her eyes to look at the driver, could not help but pick up the phone next to her, 

sent a message to Paul. "Paul, are you still busy?" 

A few minutes later, her phone sounded. It was the sound of the receipt of a new text message. Lucia picked up 

her phone and looked at the message Paul sent to her. "I'm on my way, are you downstairs yet?" 

beat, and quickly looked at the

strange fragrance in the car. She subconsciously frowned, before she had time to speak, she began to feel

body went limp, and she was caught off guard and fell on the back seat. The driver sitting in the front row

in the backseat, see people fall down. When he saw that

the

the

president's office, she saw that there was no one around,

president's office and knock. No one responded to the knocking. There was

knock a second time when a series of footsteps suddenly came

Mary's voice, "What's the matter?"

startled, subconsciously turned around, and when she saw Mary standing two meters away, she

file to give to her." Mary smiled, glanced

company. I don't know when she'll be back. If there are any files you need to

hesitated, raised her head to look at Mary and nodded. "Okay, then I'll put the documents on the table." Only after seeing Mary nod did Emma turn

the table. After doing all this, she walked out of the office, smiled at Mary, and

she picked up her phone

worry!" On the other hand, the message was conveyed, the phone rang and vibrated

Next to it, the unconscious Lucia's hands and feet

and was looking at the sea not

he said into the headset, "Be quick, things are going to change."

where the sea and sky meet, a large area of storm clouds were

the darkness

was instantly stunned by the sight in front of her, the

in front of her and the beach was in the distance... Her whole body

up, so she couldn't move anything

head was short-circuited, everything seemed like

Did Jeanne make this

but she couldn't

it? Why would they tie her up to the lighthouse? Lucia critted her teeth and steeled herself to look at the beach not far away, but could not find a trace