What Separates Me and You

Chapter 204 Just a Rat

Lewis’ words pierced through Josephine, leaving her with a maelstrom of conflicting emotions. It was as if she was holding her breath, struggling for air in the face of hist accusations She knew she couldn’t match Lewis’ skill in turning the tables on her, leaving her tongue tied Defeated, she looked away, recognizing the futility of trying to argue when her words failed to flow.

Lewis fixed his gaze upon her, his eyes dark and penetrating The atmosphere in the room grew frigid, causing a chill to creep into Josephine’s hands and feet. She rose from her seat, attempting to escape, but Lewis forcefully pushed her back, trapping her in the chair. He accidentally pinched her wound as he gripped her wrist, and Josephine’s eyes reflected a hint of pain.

With a look of confusion, Josephine raised her head to meet Lewis’ gaze Sunlight poured in through the window, casting an enchanting halo around him. The soft beams of light traced the lines of his face, highlighting his features, while his eyes remained unfathomable, unaffected by the illumination.

Josephine struggled but could not escape. Just when she thought there was no hope, a sudden knock on the door interrupted her struggle. Her eyes widened with a glimmer of relief, and she pleaded with Lewis to release her.

Lewis did not panic. Instead, he lowered his head, sinking his teeth into her lip with force. Josephine let out a soft whimper as a sharp pain shot through her.

“Wait for me after work,” Lewis said before releasing her. Then, he turned to face the door. and uttered, “Come in.”

Josephine remained seated on the chair, unable to rise in time before the door swung open. She slid down the chair in a panic and hid under the desk. His words reverberated in her mind, leaving her feeling suffocated and overwhelmed. She couldn’t help but wonder if he had conveniently forgotten about their divorce.

Conrad and Sophia walked in and immediately noticed the blood stain on his lips. Conrad was surprised. He asked, “Chairman Alvarez, your lips…”

Lewis calmly wiped it off with his thumb and replied, “I accidentally bit myself.”

After speaking, he sat on the chair and leaned back. His gaze fell upon them as he asked, What’s the matter?”

Conrad glanced at Sophia, signaling for her to go first. They each came here with a different purpose and had met at the door. Sophia handed the folder in her arms to Lewis and explained, “President Alvarez instructed me to deliver these to you. They are the documents regarding the merger between the overseas holding group and Alvarez Corp. The documents require your signature.”

Lewis took the folder and flipped through the documents. He said, “You can collect them

tomorrow.”

on having them today. Given the circumstances, he wishes to expedite the process and have them completed

toward Sophia. He

and did not grasp the intention behind his question. However, she maintained a polite smile and responded, “The nature of my job remains unchanged, regardless of who holds the position of president. This is

and signed them sloppily with a ball pen from his table. After signing, he returned the folder to Sophia and remarked,

unclear about what he meant by it, she still

folder. “I will.”

As her legs grew numb, she shifted her posture and settled on the floor. Leaning against the inner wall of

on

his chair backward, leaving about half a meter between him and the desk. Then, he lowered his gaze to look at the person under the desk. Josephine felt his gaze and looked

sight.

not understand his actions. He testingly asked,

casually lit a cigarette. He replied, “No worries, it’s just

hear that there was a rat in the office. He said, “I’ll ask someone to

What were you saying?”

was talking about the matter regarding Mr. Walter.” Conrad then repeated

for a moment before he stood up. He walked toward the ashtray and lightly flicked the cigarette. He said, “It would only exacerbate the situation if we tried to cover it up. Since that person wanted to expose Mr. Walter’s death so badly, we should give him

as he asked, “Give him a hand? Won’t the situation spiral out

and quizzically answered, “Conrad, what would you do if you found a fly in

the manager … but what does this have to do with Mr. Walter’s case?”

to that restaurant again?”

“No, I won’t…”

you did not find

a thought. “How could there be a rat in the food? No restaurant would

speaking, he suddenly understood.