I think you can take it from here.“ After saying that, he held Evelyn's arm and walked towards the elevator.

But Evelyn broke free of his grip and walked into the meeting room.

The room was a mess, and two chairs were broken. The beige floor tiles were stained with drops of blood, as well as red streaks.

Sterling leaned against a wall, gasping for air. His once-handsome face had been beaten to hamburger. Blood dripped from his nose, and his blue shirt was torn.

It was indeed... a horrible scene.

Making eye contact with her, Sterling wanted to say something. But it was too painful to talk, so he abandoned that idea.

Evelyn turned her head to look at the man who leaned against the doorframe casually. He wore a nonchalant face, but he didn't meet her gaze.

“Tobias, get Sterling to a hospital. Now!" Evelyn was worried that

Sterling might die if he weren't admitted to hospital in time. If not from his injuries, then possible infection. If that happened, Sheffield would be a criminal.

“Yes, Mrs. Evelyn." Tobias called several security guards over and together they hauled Sterling to his feet, and helped him walk out of the conference room.

As he was guided past the young CEO, Sterling said, "Sheffield... I'm your brother. Why did you do this to me?" The man's Lips were swollen, so the words were slurred.

Sheffield clicked his tongue and mocked, “My brother? I don't think you deserve to be called that. Do you?"

Sterling felt his blood boiling. He wanted to say more, but he felt blood rush to his throat. He had been beaten so hard by Sheffield that several ribs were broken. The next second, he spat out a mouthful of blood and almost passed out. The security guards had to redouble their efforts to hold him up, as his legs gave way.

They began to fear for his life. Not wanting him to die, they picked him up and carried him into the elevator.

On the top floor, in the CEO's office

As soon as the door of the office was closed, Sheffield gave his wife a backhug.

“Honey, please don't be mad." He knew he was in trouble, and tried to sound affectionate.

His voice was soft and magnetic.

“Why should I be angry?" Evelyn asked.

“Because I fought with Sterling and hurt him. A lot.”

Evelyn turned around and stood face to face with him. Gently touching his bruises, she said, "That has to hurt. Got a first-aid kit around?

Let's put some ointment on that."

It didn't look like she was angry at all. Sheffield felt a little odd about the way she was reacting.

"You're not mad?"

“Did you want me to be?" Evelyn asked.