AWB Chapter 239 Who did it!
Chapter 239 Who did it!
In an instant, the room was in complete chaos.
After hearing the wailing of the "ghost," a sense of doubt arose in Lia's heart.
The voice was deep and hoarse, with a familiar tone, which made her stop what she was doing.
Leah frowned, wondering if she was hallucinating because she had been working too much overtime lately.
He shook his head, trying to clear his head. But the voice grew clearer and clearer, as if it were echoing right next to his ears.
"Wait, why does that voice sound so much like Desko?" Leah muttered to herself, gripping the fire extinguisher even tighter.
She carefully moved to the door frame, her fingers groping for the light switch on the wall. Her heart was racing, and her breathing became rapid.
Although she is usually quite brave, anyone would feel nervous hearing such eerie sounds in this dark office area.
"Snapped!"
As soon as the switch was pressed, a blinding white light instantly illuminated the entire office area.
The sudden light made Leah squint instinctively, but when her eyes adjusted, the sight before her stunned her.
Shen Qingqing was standing by the desk, her hands covering her eyes, clearly blinded by the sudden bright light. Her colleague was lying on the floor.
Through her fingers, Shen Qingqing also saw Desk, whose face was bruised and swollen, and Lia, who was standing by the door frame with a fire extinguisher in her hand.
Shen Qingqing's expression changed from shock to confusion, clearly puzzled by the situation before her.
Desk, meanwhile, lay on the ground, clutching his head and groaning in pain.
There were several obvious bruises on his face, and his clothes were wrinkled, making him look like he had just been through a fierce battle.
His eyes were vacant, his face ashen, as if he had given up struggling and lay helplessly on the ground, letting fate dictate his fate.
Lia glanced at Shen Qingqing, then at Deske rolling on the ground, and immediately understood seven or eight tenths of the situation. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.
Then, as if she had made up her mind, she casually tossed away the fire extinguisher in her hand.
The fire extinguisher slammed to the ground with a loud thud, startling Shen Qingqing so much that she involuntarily took a step back.
Ignoring Shen Qingqing's shocked gaze, Lia walked straight forward, bent down, and reached out to help Desk up.
Her movements were extremely gentle, and her tone was filled with concern, "Oh dear, what happened to you? How did you get hurt like this? Who beat you up?"
Her voice was so gentle it seemed like it could be squeezed to release water, as if the worm who had just been carrying a fire extinguisher, full of malice, and even trying to break his ribs, was not her at all.
Desker was helped up by Lia, his body still swaying slightly.
He looked up at Lia with a complicated expression. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. His face was full of helplessness, grievance and anger, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.
He was kicked a few times for no reason and hit with a fire extinguisher. What did he do to deserve this?
Desk groaned inwardly, the light in his eyes completely gone, staring blankly at the instigator, Lia.
But Leah acted as if nothing had happened, showing him immense 'concern'.
Not only were her eyes filled with worry, but she even reached out and gently touched the bruises on his face, as if she felt sorry for his injuries.
Desk was filled with inner conflict. He wanted to retaliate, to question Lia about why she had attacked him so severely, but the words stuck in his throat.
If you retaliate, it will make you seem ungentlemanly.
If I don't fight back, I'll still feel embarrassed!
Desker struggled internally, and the expression on his face became distorted.
"Ugh, what should I do?!"
Desker tugged at his hair in frustration, his mind a jumbled mess.
He never imagined that he would one day be defeated by his temporary colleague.
Desk, who has always prided himself on being a charming 'gentleman', was beaten up with a fire extinguisher by a seemingly frail female in this dark office area.
If word gets out, where will he put his face?
Just as Desk was struggling internally, Leah's voice rang out again, "Hey, Desk, stop scratching your hair. If you keep doing that, you'll go bald and have a receding hairline, and then no female will want you."
Lia said it with a smile, her tone teasing, but a sly glint flashed in her eyes.
Upon hearing Lia's words, Desk stopped fussing over his hair and instead gently stroked his waist-length hair.
His hair has always been one of his proudest assets; it is a lustrous purple, smooth as silk, and its slightly wavy purple hair is a rare sight among nobles.
He didn't want to ruin his image because of a momentary loss of emotional control.
Fine, you win!
Desk gritted his teeth inwardly, but forced a smile on his face. "You've got a strong grip, Lia."
"Not at all," Leah said modestly, but she couldn't hide her pride. "It's all from practicing these past few months... By the way, you don't actually think I beat you up, do you?"
As she spoke, she glanced disdainfully at the redness and swelling at the corner of Desk's mouth, and exclaimed, "Desk, don't tell me you can't even beat a female now, it's so embarrassing."
"No way!" Deske gritted his teeth and stubbornly insisted, "I... I bumped into it by accident!"
Not only that, Desk seemed worried that Leah wouldn't believe him, so he turned to Shen Qingqing beside him and asked, "Qingqing, don't you think so?"
As he spoke, he gestured towards her with his lips, silently saying: Save my life! Save my life!
Shen Qingqing pretended not to see his little tricks and calmly walked towards Liya.
Deske's heart jumped into his throat!
Help!
His reputation!
Oh no... Desk thought Shen Qingqing hadn't seen his little expression, and his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to jump out of his throat.
"Lia, Desk..."
Desk pressed his hand to his heart, his teeth chattering with nervousness, which drew a curious glance from Leah.
"Desk, are you dancing disco? Why are you so excited?"
"Qingqing, please continue."
“Desk, he…” Shen Qingqing paused, met Desk’s desperately gesturing eyes, and awkwardly looked away.
"He definitely bumped into it by accident."
call……
Desker patted his chest, trying to calm his racing heart:
Baby, you're safe.
"Oh, I see. Since Qingqing said you bumped into it yourself, then it must be true," Lia said with a smirk. "Then it wasn't me who hit you."
“Of course, how could it be you who did it?” Deske chimed in.
"Lia, what are you doing here?" Seeing Lia here, Shen Qingqing remembered why Desk was staying here and assumed that she was also here to earn credits.
"What do you think?" Leah leaned against the edge of the table, her light pink eyes full of laughter.
"I'm here to check in."