CHAPTER 92

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Hearing that he was sick enough to ask for leave, Assistant Ian was so frightened that he went straight to the villa. "Mr. King, how are you? Is it okay?" Assistant Ian knew that Lance was a typical workaholic. He used to recover from a stomach flu overnight, and no matter how uncomfortable he was, he could arrive at the company on time the next day. For a day, it seems that the condition is very serious. Lance coldly pushed away the hand that was tightly gripping his arm, "Assistant Ian, what are you doing here if you don't come to the company at this time? Maybe it's not as simple as a stomach flu." "You're enough, I just have a stomach flu, I'm going to ask for leave today, so get out of here." He managed to persuade Leyla not to go to the hospital, and this was another one who want

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