Page 125 of Dr. Billionaire Playboy

"Him?"

"It wasn't Amanda who sent the pictures," I said, "It was Harold."

I was about to leave the office, find him, and beat him to a bloody pulp, but Catherine stood in my way.

"And where do you think you're going?" She asked as she crossed her arms.

"I need to make sure our staff medical insurance still works for broken noses," I replied.

"You are not going to start a fight because of this, and certainly not in the hospital," she said.

"Fine. I'll take him to an alley and teach him there," I said. I tried to reach for the door handle, but she held my hand that was already trembling with rage.

"I'm not letting you do that," she said, "Isn't there somewhere else you need to be?"

"But she won't want to see me now," I said as my body calmed down and my shoulders dropped.

"I wouldn’t be so sure of that," she said, "She's pretty dazed right now. And lost. Just meet her and assure her that everything will be alright."

"Will she listen?"

"You're an aggressive and obnoxiously loud human being. It's finally time you put it to good use," she said, "Now go get her."

I nodded and went out. She followed close behind me to make sure I didn't do anything stupid.

But in life, you don't have to do anything stupid. Stupid just has its own way of finding a path to you.

"Where do you think you're going?" This was the second time I'd heard this question, and I would have preferred it from Sarah instead of Harold.

"I don't have time for you," I said as he held my collar, keeping me in place.

"You will. Don't even think about going to her place," he said.

"Harold, for your sake, I kindly ask that you let go," I warned him.

"There you go, acting all high and mighty. I'll let you know that she hates you now," he said, "I'm even disappointed in her. Willing to spread her legs for a sleaze bag like you. Had I known she would be that easy, maybe I should have dropped the nice guy act and gone straight for the goods just like you."

I felt the texture of his nose against my knuckle and the explosive recoil that followed.

He let go of my collar and staggered like an idiot before collapsing.

"Did you have to hit him that hard?" Catherine asked as she felt his pulse, "Tch. Never mind. He’s still breathing. You could have punched harder."

"Is he on the insurance?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then take him for quick medical attention.”

***

I arrived at her apartment and knocked rapidly.

Hannah answered the door, and she didn't look pleased to see me.

"You didn't tell me you also worked as a porn actor during your free time," she said with a frown.

"I know I have a lot of explaining to do, but I need to talk to Crystal," I said.

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