Chapter 632 Aren\\\'t You Strutting In Borrowed Plumes?

Abigail looked at his anxious face, and a touch of warmth flashed through her heart.

"Anson, take a good rest first. We'll talk about other things after you leave the hospital."

"Alright!" Anson nodded obediently.

"By the way, I've already drafted your contract. We'll work in the same company soon. Your position will be the director. You can do whatever you want because I have the final say in the Mirth Company," Anson said with a proud face. His movements were so violent that his wound in the chin was pulled, and tears welled up in his eyes due to the sharp pain.

The impact in the accident had been so severe that his jaw had hit the steering wheel, and he bit his own mouth. There had been a lot of blood. Fortunately, his teeth were intact. Otherwise, he would have looked more miserable. D*mn it, he must have been injured by mistake. Their target should be Victor.

Staying with Victor, he could lose his life at any time.

Victor had planned to drive this car to the trade fair.