Chapter 1199


    Then I looked up and saw Hendrix, who''d walked out of the Roberts Group building with cold, angry


    eyes. Following behind him was a group of senior executives of thepany.


    Hendrix could clearly see me lying on the ground due to the reporters'' sudden dispersal. I could


    only imagine how embarrassing I looked in everybody''s eyes.


    Hendrix''s silent anger caused a chill in the temperature. He approached me with a tightly leashed


    fury. He shot a cold nce at the reporters who were standing around us, which instantly made


    them gasp.


    He pulled me up and held me in his arms. His voice was as gentle as ever, at odds with his


    controlled fury. "Are you okay?"


    I nodded my head and replied, "I''m fine!"


    He searched my eyes and then scanned our surroundings with a pair of dark eyes. His dark eyes


    were slightly restrained, but the bloodthirsty coldness was still enveloping the surrounding air.


    "It''s an honor that you all have taken so much effort to gather at mypany, but you will need to


    give me an exnation for hurting my wife without reason. Everyone, please go home. You can only


    interview me after yourpanies receive my invitation letter." Hendrix did not raise his voice,


    some would say it could be considered quite gentle. But there was malice in his voice. Although I


    didn''t understand the meaning of his words, I roughly understood what he meant when I saw the


    expressions on those reporters'' faces.


    After saying that, Hendrix led me straight back to the office and asked Evan to bring the first aid box


    to him. He gently guided me to the sofa and he silently treated my wounds.


    My knees and elbows were bruised, and my whole body was covered in dust. I was in a sorry state.


    It was all external injuries. Hendrix was helping me to treat my wounds with his head down, and he


    looked a little angry. I couldn''t help but hiss slightly and trembled when he used a cotton swab to


    disinfect my wounds.


    He looked up at me and said in a deep voice, "Does it hurt?"


    I shook my head and smiled lightly. "It''s not very painful!" I was telling him the truth. They were all


    external injuries, and it wasn''t that painful.


    He pursed his lips and treated my wound with a gloomy face. I knew he was angry because I hadn''t


    stayed at home.


    He still didn''t speak after he finished treating my wounds. Evan brought a change of clothes into his


    office. Then, he looked at Hendrix, feeling a little hesitant to speak.


    Hendrix looked at me and asked, "Can you change yourself?"


    I nodded. Of course. I wasn''t that badly hurt.


    He hummed his assent and didn''t say anything more.


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    I turned around and walked into the lounge. Evan''s voice came from outside, audible because he


    was not too far away.


    Evan said, "Mr. Roberts, I''ve found it out. The products released by CBUst month were all


    samples from the Roberts Group. After they were stolen, they repurposed them directly. No new


    machine was produced."


    I paused upon hearing this. I remembered that the samples were stolen not long after the Lancille


    Vige project wasunched. A lot of the Roberts Group''s things had been stolen at that time, but


    the incident ended up with nothing definite uncovered, so Hendrix and Sebastian didn''t pursue


    further investigations.


    Instead, the Roberts Group had assembled a new machine. I originally thought this matter over, but


    now it seemed that someone had already set up a huge trap and was waiting for Hendrix to jump


    into it!