Chapter 7 A Brilliant Plan

The expression on Marilyn's face instantly froze, and the corners of her mouth twitched. She said awkwardly, "It's not what you think..."

"You don't have to say that, little girl. I know this kind of novel. But what are you going to do in the hospital?" The driver's chubby and round face suddenly showed an expression of epiphany. "Abortion, right? Don't you want to have a baby with the CEO? "

Marilyn burst into laughter. 'Excuse me, sir. Can't you read some normal books at your age?'

Under the various questions of the taxi driver, Marilyn finally arrived at the hospital. Without saying anything, she paid the fare and ran to the hospital. If she stayed a little longer, God knew what else the driver wanted to say.

Marilyn's father had been arranged to transfer into a VIP ward. Now he was resting with his eyes closed. His face was much better than the last time Marilyn saw him, and even his bloodless lips recovered a lot.

Except for the sound of various instruments dripping, the VIP ward was very quiet. Even the nurses outside walked very quietly, not disturbing the people inside.

Standing by the bedside, Marilyn felt her nose sore and almost shed tears. She had traded her body and several years of freedom for her father's health. Now seeing her father resting so peacefully, Marilyn felt that everything was worth it.

"Marilyn? Didn't you say that you were busy in the company recently? " Her father opened his eyes and saw Marilyn standing in front of his bed with red eyes. "What's wrong with your eyes? Who bullied you? "

"No, it's not like that. The smell in the hospital is so pungent that my eyes can't stand it." Marilyn held back her tears in an instant. "The manager asked me to go shopping. I came by to see you."

"Oh, I heard that your manager is not easy to get along with. Don't waste time on me. It's not good to let him know!" Marilyn's father struggled to move, but Marilyn quickly reached out her hand to support him. "But he raised your salary and let me live here. You should thank him!"

"I know, Dad. The most important thing is that you should take good care of yourself. I've been very busy recently, so I may not come to see you often." 'I also can't see you getting better with my own eyes.'

Marilyn didn't finish her last sentence. Unconsciously, she spoke with a heavy nasal sound. She was afraid that her father would find out something, so she quickly shut her mouth.

Although Marilyn's father was confused, he refrained himself from speaking. He just nodded and said, "I know. It's okay. I'm fine here."

His daughter had been independent since she was a child, but she was also very stubborn. If she does not want to say something, it was impossible for others to ask it out, not even him.

In fact, Luke was also confused. He knew well about his daughter's work. She was in charge of operation in the company. Why did it make her work overtime for so long?

Besides, she said that the treatment condition was good because of her promotion and pay rise. But such a VIP ward would cost ten thousand dollars a day casually. How could she get so much money?

But seeing that Marilyn didn't want to talk about it, Luke thought for a moment and decided to believe his daughter, because he knew that she didn't say it now must for his own good.

Marilyn was in a good mood this time.

However, the Si Family's villa was in an uproar. The servants were anxious to dig down several floors to look for Marilyn, and even didn't let go of every potted plant in the house.

After they searched every corner to make sure that Marilyn was indeed not at home, the butler picked up his phone and sadly informed Kendrick, "Madam is missing."

Needless to say, what they were going to face next was definitely Kendrick's scolding. Such a living person was missing under so many people's eyes. What was the use of them?

Unexpectedly, on the other end of the phone, Kendrick just said "Okay" and said, "I still have a meeting. Let's talk about it after the meeting."

The butler's hand holding the phone trembled slightly. Mr. Kendrick had dismissed several servants because of a missing cat. Now such a living person was missing, and he didn't even ask him about it.

Was Marilyn really their madam? How could she be worse than a cat?

Kendrick didn't panic at all.

Now he was even able to do it with ease. As long as he had Marilyn's father in his hand, Marilyn would be like a kite in his hand, and would not fly away anyway.

However, what he should think about now was how to keep Marilyn by his side after her father recovered.

Kendrick grinned and his beautiful eyes were lit up, "I won't let you run away again."

As soon as the assistant entered the office with a cup of coffee in his hand, he heard his boss say something childish to the French window. He was so scared that his hand trembled and almost splashed the coffee on a light gray carpet which worth more than one hundred thousand dollars.

He quickly served the coffee to Kendrick as if it was a treasure, "Boss, have some coffee. I have printed out today's agenda. There will be a meeting at three o'clock later..."

"This month's bonus, do you want it or not?" Suddenly, Kendrick turned around and raised his eyebrows coldly.

The assistant's words were stuck in his throat. He thought he didn't say anything wrong. Why was his bonus deducted?

Was it because he overheard what his boss said just now? Or was it because his posture of handing coffee was not respectful enough?

"Boss, I have a cat and dog relied on me. If you don't give me bonus, my cat and my dog will starve to death." The assistant said with fear, "You can tell me what I did wrong directly. I could pay my life as an apology!"

"Find a way to keep Marilyn after her father recovers."

The special assistant said to himself secretly, 'She was your wife, not mine. It's okay that you didn't take the initiative to keep her, but you keep making things difficult for me, won't your conscience hurt, boss?'

Kendrick had asked him to figure it out last time, but he didn't expect Kendrick to use him so naturally!

It was obvious that not only did Kendrick's conscience not hurt, but also was proud of it. He raised his tone slightly and made a lazy tune from his nose, "Hmm?"

This word was like a silent death warrant, which scared the special assistant to come up with countless ideas in an instant. They burst out at the same time, and quickly recommended several feasible strategies to Kendrick.

When he heard the last one, Kendrick raised his eyebrows and turned around with interest. "You mean to take action from her father?"

"Yes, a straight confession!" The assistant smiled obsequiously, "Which parents are not satisfied with your requirements? You... "

The assistant whispered in Kendrick's ear and shared his experience with him.

With a warm smile appearing on Kendrick's cold face, he nodded slightly.