"Ha, how surprising." Aveline scoffed, her gaze fixed on William's face.: owner of this content.

Everyone turned to look at William, their faces full of disbelief.

"How could it be you?"

"Why did you do this?"

"This project is so important to us. Why did you leak the information?"

William was speechless.

First, there was disbelief, then an uncontrollable anger. The crowd surrounded William, demanding an explanation.

William hadn't expected what he did to be exposed so easily. At that moment, he was speechless.

Indeed, with the evidence right there, what else could he say?

Outside.

Lucas stood tall by the glass, his eyes fixed on Aveline. Seeing her pale face, his brows furrowed.. Desmond, standing nearby, said, "I didn't expect her to have a camera at her workstation."

Lucas's lips pressed into a line as he turned to leave.

Suddenly, Desmond exclaimed, "Miss Young has fainted!"

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Aveline, having resolved a major issue, felt the tension in her body suddenly release. As she relaxed, waves of coldness swept over her. She frowned and tried to get up to pour a cup of warm water, but as soon as she stood, her vision went black, and she collapsed!

Everyone gasped and rushed to check on her.

Before anyone could reach her, the crowd parted as Lucas pushed through, scooping her up and striding out of the office.

Desmond stayed behind to handle the remaining matters.

The smell of disinfectant filled the air.

Aveline slowly opened her eyes, her head still dizzy, and her body utterly weak.

"Drink some water."

Her thoughts were hazy, but suddenly she heard a man's deep, magnetic voice by her ear.

The tone was gentle and warm, unlike the coldness from before.

Aveline turned her gaze and saw Lucas standing by the bedside. His handsome face showed a calm, gentle expression, betraying no other emotions. Aveline said, "Lucas, I've realized that ever since I met you, I've been pretty unlucky."

Lucas' handsome face darkened immediately.

"You're not feeling well, you should talk less!"

Aveline replied, "See, you're still being mean to a patient."

Lucas retorted, "Looking at you, you don't seem like a patient at all. If I were to give you a microphone now, I'm sure you could give a speech to the world." This man had a really sharp tongue.

Aveline, feeling tired, half-closed her eyes. "I'm thirsty."

Lucas leaned down, his arm sliding under her shoulders to help her. sit up. Then he sat at the head of the bed, letting her lean against hist chest.

The clean, pleasant scent of him enveloped her, making Aveline feel dazed again.

She really liked his scent.

In the past, she would always cling to him, asking for hugs and kisses, but now...

Aveline tried to sit up straight. "I can manage on my own. If Miss Winter sees this, what if she misunderstands you?"

Lucas' eyebrows knitted together. "Aveline, I should just poison you mute."

Even with a fever, her throat didn't hurt?

How could she still talk so much?

Aveline kept quiet.

Lucas picked up the water cup and brought it to her lips, but she pressed her pale lips tightly together.

"Didn't you say you were thirsty?"

Aveline replied, "I'm afraid you'll poison me."

Lucas was speechless.

The atmosphere in the ward suddenly became tense.

After a long moment, Aveline leaned forward and took a sip. "Oh, no poison."

She clearly felt the man behind her turn colder and could almost picture his darkened expression, and a trace of amusement flickered

in her eyes.