When Runa saw it was Gehrmann, her expression softened.
She reined in her temper and pointed at the security guard, addressing Gehrmann. "Gehrmann, I want to see Cline, but he won't let me in."
The guard, seeing that she knew Gehrmann, finally believed her earlier claim.
Was this woman really Mr. Moriarty's fiancée?
If so, he had just offended the future lady of the Moriarty family!
The guard glanced at Gehrmann, who was casually observing the scene, and thought, 'This is it. My high-paying job is gone!'
But to his surprise, Gehrmann patted his shoulder and said, "You did it well. I'll give you a bonus at the end of the year."
"Gehrmann, how could you—"
Runa's words were cut off as Gehrmann coldly interrupted her.
"He's just following Cline's orders."
"Not only do you fail to understand our employees, but you also yell at them. That's incredibly rude."
Gehrmann had seen her earlier outburst.
In fact, he had known Runa's true nature since childhood.
She looked down on lower-level employees but always pretended to be gentle and gracious.
He had long disliked her, and if it weren't for Cline, he wouldn't even bother speaking to her.
"Gehrmann, are you deliberately opposing me?"
Runa had thought Gehrmann would side with her, but instead, he was defending the guard.
She was already furious, and now Gehrmann had embarrassed her in front of the guards. Her face burned with humiliation.
"I'm not opposing you. I'm following protocol. If you have a problem, go complain to Cline."
"Gehrmann!"
Runa screamed in rage, swinging her handbag at him.
Gehrmann dodged effortlessly, leaving Runa even more furious.
"You'll regret this!"
Once she became Cline's wife, she would make Gehrmann pay.
Runa shot Gehrmann a cold glare before storming off.
After she left, the guard looked at Gehrmann with concern.
"That lady claimed to be Mr. Moriarty's fiancée. By defending me, you might have made an enemy of her..."
"Fiancée?"
Gehrmann sneered. "Cline hasn't even proposed to her, and she's already calling herself his fiancée. Shameless."
The guard suddenly understood. So they weren't officially engaged. No wonder.
"Don't worry. Even if she marries into the Moriarty family, she can't threaten me."
Cline didn't want to marry Runa in the first place. If it weren't for their eldest brother...
At the thought of their eldest brother, Gehrmann's expression darkened.
He quickly composed himself and headed to the CEO's office.
For Calvert, the bidding results were no surprise.
After signing the contract, he left the venue and returned to the lounge.
When he opened the door, he found Luana still asleep and frowned slightly.
He shook her gently, but she remained in a deep slumber.
He called her name several times, but she didn't respond.
What he had initially thought was just heavy sleep now seemed more serious.
She wasn't just sleeping—she was unconscious.
He quickly pulled out his phone and called Gath.
"Gath, tell me, do people with heart conditions tend to sleep a lot?"
Gath, in the middle of an academic conference, was momentarily confused before realizing who Calvert was referring to.
"People with heart conditions do tend to feel drowsy..."
"But would they sleep so deeply that they can't be woken up?"
While heart disease itself doesn't cause unconsciousness, heart failure can.
Gath considered telling the truth but remembered that the woman with the heart condition seemed to want to keep it hidden from Calvert.
"It's probably just exhaustion. Let her sleep it off. She'll wake up on her own."
After a brief hesitation, Gath chose to withhold the truth. Respecting a patient's wishes was his medical principle.
Hearing this, Calvert relaxed.
Luana had been busy accompanying him to banquets and bidding meetings these past few days. She must be exhausted.
He hung up and looked at Luana, still deeply asleep on the sofa.
He distinctly remembered draping his jacket over her before leaving, but why was it gone?
He glanced around and spotted the jacket in the trash can.
Calvert's brows furrowed again.
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Did she hate him so much that she threw his jacket in the trash?
The suppressed sense of disappointment in his heart grew, making him deeply uncomfortable.
"Mr. Coburn."
Dale walked in. "Moriarty Group is urging us to leave. We need to go now."
Moriarty Group, being a research and development company, was strict about data security and never allowed outsiders to linger on the premises.
Calvert looked away from Luana and said, "Get the car ready."
Dale nodded and quickly left.
Once he was gone, Calvert, his face icy, scooped Luana up and carried her out.
'You hate me, do you? Well, I'll touch you anyway!'
A stubborn, obsessive, and possessive urge overtook him, stripping away any semblance of gentlemanly behavior.
He was consumed by anger—an anger he had never felt before. It was as if this was the most authentic version of himself.
When he appeared in the lobby carrying Luana, all the executives were stunned.