Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 425 Being Monitored

Chapter 425: Chapter 425 Being Monitored

There was a large bed surrounded by layers of brightly-colored curtains.

They were all made of the best silk and the best satin.

It could be seen how much the owner cherished whoever slept in here.

Keith stared at Alena and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, his eyes full of gentleness and affection.

At this moment, someone knocked lightly on the door.

"Come in," Keith said.

A woman wearing black-rimmed glasses in a white shirt and black pants entered.

It was the private doctor of the Beckford family, Samara Platt.

Samara saw Keith sitting by the bed. She lowered her head and said respectfully, "Mr. Beckford, should I give Ms. Thiel treatment now or later?"

Keith looked at Alena and said lightly, "Now."

"Okay."

Keith stepped back. Samara went forward and put a towel on the bed to give Alena’s head a massage first.

Samara’s movements were exceptionally meticulous and serious.

She had already given Alena a massage for quite a period of time, but she would still amaze by Alena’s beauty.

This was a face that even the angels would be impressed with.

The time only gave her charm and made her look mature.

Not to mention men, even Samara, a woman, was amazed and envious when she saw Alena’s beauty.

No wonder Keith would hide her in this underground castle for years.

Samara took out her tools and slowly pushed them into the skin on the top of Alena’s head.

One by one, Samara used all the tools on Alena.

Keith stood aside and watched all the time.

Even though Samara had served him for nearly ten years, he still had worries.

It should be said that he wouldn’t trust anyone.

After thirty minutes, Samara took back the tools one by one.

Suddenly, Keith’s cell phone rang.

He took it out and picked it up.

"Keith."

The one who called him was Juliette.

"Yes." Keith still stared at Alena as he talked on the phone.

"What was the longest effect of the injection you gave me last time?"

Keith said, "It depends. Some people can last for a month, while others can only last for two or three months."

"If the last injection was taken, would it really be like what you said?"

Keith chuckled, but the look in his eyes was as cold as a blade.

"Juliette, you still have a weakness."

"Keith, I just..."

"Alright!"

Keith did not have much patience and interrupted.

"I am not your father. I don’t have time to guide you step by step. You can make your own decision!"

The phone was hung up.

"Ah!"

Samara, who was standing by the bed, suddenly cried out in alarm.

"Alena!"

Keith pounced over!

He carefully checked Alena and found that she was not injured at all. She was still sleeping soundly.

"What are you shouting for?"

A fierce look came into Keith’s eyes.

Samara instantly felt that she was engulfed by an invisible pressure.

"I..."

She stammered, not daring to speak.

Keith followed her gaze and saw a drop of blood on Alena’s fingertip.

"Did you hurt her?" Keith muttered.

"It’s because..."

Before Samara could finish her words, Keith rushed toward her.

Slap!

Keith raised his hand and gave Samara a stinging slap.

"Ah!" Samara cried out and fell to the ground.

He slapped her so hard that the sound was crisp and loud.

Samara covered her face which was swollen, and the corner of her mouth was bleeding. It could be seen how ruthless and cruel Keith was.

"Dr. Platt."

The tone of Keith’s voice sounded gentle. His thin lips curved into a grin, but what he said made Samara tremble silently.

"This is the first time," he said.

Samara suddenly felt her heart skip a beat. She suddenly broke into a cold sweat, nervous.

She still vividly remembered the scene of Keith saying this last time.

The person Keith had reminded disappeared after making the mistake again.

Not long after, a fisherman salvaged a John Doe from the sea. The body was already half eaten by sharks.

Samara heard it from the bodyguards who were chatting at the door.

John Doe was the man who made mistakes twice. His face was swollen, but it could still be barely recognized.

The bodyguards could not help but feel sorry for him. They paid the fisherman and gave that man a proper funeral.

So every time Keith said this sentence, it meant that he would not give that man a second chance to make a mistake.

Samara trembled violently and bit the words back, not daring to look at Keith.

"Fuck off!"

Keith cursed, as if it was an amnesty for Samara.

When Samara got up, she even tumbled and ran out embarrassedly.

But even so, she still remembered to close the door before she left.

The moment the door closed, she saw Keith kneeling on the ground, holding Alena’s hand and gently licking away the dried blood, as if it was a treasure to him.

However, the look in his eyes was so gloomy and creepy.

Samara hurried downstairs, but she was still thinking about what she had seen just now.

When she withdrew her tools, she saw Alena’s finger moving.

She had been in a coma ever since Alena fell from the balcony ten years ago.

In the beginning, Keith tried all kinds of methods he could find.

However, none of them worked.

Later, he asked Samara to give Alena treatment.

It had been five years. Although there was still no improvement, Keith had never given up.

Was Alena really going to wake up?

But Samara did not dare to tell Keith.

Because she was afraid that it was just a coincidence.

She couldn’t take risks.

She might also be like the man who made two mistakes, being eaten by sharks!

In the company.

Ellen was sitting in the office, and not far away was the person Jamie sent to monitor her.

She picked up her coffee. When she was about to take a sip, it spilled all over her.

The white suit was covered in coffee stains.

"Shit!" she cursed in a low voice.

Then, Ellen got up and went to the lounge.

The bodyguard in black followed her behind when she entered the lounge. Ellen reached out and pressed his chest to stop him.

"What? Did Mr. McBride also tell you to watch me bathe?"

The bodyguard said coldly, "I’m sorry, Ms. Robbins. It was Mr. Mitchell’s order. I have to stay with you all the time."

"Sure," Ellen reached out and hooked his tie. "Come on in," she said with a charming smile.

Even an impotent man would feel boiling hot under this circumstance.

The bodyguard’s ears instantly turned red.

He suppressed his excitement and followed her in.

Ellen took off her suit jacket without hesitation and threw it at the man’s feet.

She wore a black tube top, showing her slender waist.

The black color made her look extremely sexy.

The bodyguard coughed lightly, "I’m sorry, Ms. Robbins. Could you get changed inside?"

"Who said I was going to get changed?"

Ellen slowly walked up to the bodyguard and kicked off her high heels, revealing her cute white toes.

Then, she reached out to draw circles on the bodyguard’s shoulder and said in a sexy and lazy tone.

"You silly man. Can’t you see that I’m splashed with coffee? Don’t you know that I need to take a shower?"

Seeing that the bodyguard’s face reddened badly, Ellen raised her fingers to poke at his chin. The smile on her face grew wider.

"Well, you can check for Mr. McBride if the woman he plays with has a good figure. What do you think?"