Chapter: 1125

Pondering for a moment, Bethany replied, “They're in class with their tutor, aren't they? I won't interrupt. Just sneak a video and send it to me."

"Okay," he responded.

Returning to her apartment, Bethany prepared a simple meal and retrieved her laptop from her bag. She noticed the stomach medicine.

Jonathan had his assistant deliver, leaving her puzzled about how he had known she was suffering from a stomachache.

Was it possible that he had installed cameras in her office?

She resolved to conduct a thorough search of her office the following day.

As Jonathan settled into his car seat, he coughed repeatedly.

Brody, his secretary, cast a worried glance at him through the rearview mirror. "Mr. Bates, do you need to go to the hospital? You seem under the weather today."

"I'm fine, just a cold," Jonathan replied, his voice slightly hoarse.

"You have a flight to Ferindel tomorrow. It might be wise to see a doctor, or at least take some medicine and get a good night's rest."

"Did you go over the attendee list for the Ferindel summit?" Jonathan diverted the conversation to his work, eyes fixed on his tablet.

Brody, realizing her concern was being dismissed, replied quietly, “Yes, I've checked the list. Any companies that have conflicts with you were not invited, and if they were, I would have declined on your behalf."

"Okay."

Jonathan nodded and massaged his temples.

Despite his claims of wellness, he was really feeling sick, and his health was evidently compromised.

Ever since Maddie had stabbed him, his resilience had waned. Now even a slight chill brought on a cold.

At a red light, Brody hesitated before speaking up again. "Mr. Bates... if you won't look after yourself, I'll have to notify Ms. Holt. She'll ensure you see a doctor."

When Jonathan heard this, his slender fingers paused, and he looked up at Brody.

“Are you threatening me?"

"No, no, of course not."

How could he dare to threaten the CEO? Yet, he knew that Bethany might.

That realization was sufficient.

Jonathan dropped his gaze back to the tablet before him.

Brody, too, became quiet, concentrating on his driving.