A Love Trap Chapter 127 Furious Francis

"It was just an incident. I didn't expect this place to be this big. I planned to walk around, but got lost.
And then I met that woman," Ashley retorted with a pout.

Since she often got hurt these days, she was really convinced that she had a case of bad luck.

"How about I change my clothes first?" Ashley asked, looking down at the coffee stains on the hem of
her dress.

"Don't move," Andrew said imperiously.

Ashley opened her mouth to say something to break the intensity of the situation, but at the stern look
on Andrew's face, she changed her mind and decided to shut up.

"Bang!" Someone had kicked the office door pretty hard. Moments later, Francis's furious voice
resounded. "You'd better have something serious to talk to me about or I will teach you a lesson!"

He was still upset with Andrew for having had him thrown out earlier. After he was kicked out of the Lu
Group, he had hung out with a hot girl to ease his bad mood. While Francis and the girl were having a
good time, Andrew called him for business, and now he was here.

Francis sounded furious. 'No one can stop me. I must even the score, ' he swore to himself.

"Johnny, let me in. I want to know why I am wanted here!" Francis said to Johnny rather aggressively.

Johnny was lost for words. He smiled wryly. 'Mr. Nan, are you kidding me? I'm not stopping you. And
why are you grabbing my hand?' Johnny thought, amused but helpless.

Francis had challenged Andrew, but his actions betrayed his cowardice.



He held on to the handle of the door and he hid behind Johnny, grasping his hand tightly. He pressed
his body against the door. People who had no idea what was going on would think him mad.

Ashley was taken aback at the sound of Francis's yelling. Lifting her head, she caught sight of Francis,
who was flattened against the door. She raised her eyebrows and recognized him to be the good-
looking man who had flirted with her this morning.

'Didn't Andrew kick him out of here? How did he get in here again?' she wondered, baffled.

Francis's appearance had drawn Ashley's attention. Although aware that she was merely curious about
him, Andrew couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

But he couldn't bear to give his lovely wife a hard time. So he transferred his glare to Francis instead.

Francis's body froze as he met Andrew's threatening gaze. Terrified, he tightened his grip on the
doorknob, now fearing entering the office. But he had to maintain a good impression in front of the
pretty Ashley. So he mustered up some courage and straightened his clothes.

After he loosened his hold on the doorknob, he entered the office gracefully.

The eye that had taken Ashley's punch was now a little less puffed, except for the bruise at one corner.

Francis looked like a playboy in his white and pink suit. He was handsome, and had a pair of alluring
eyes after all.

Every time Francis went to make out with a hot girl, he would receive Andrew's call or Andrew would
come over to see him at the wrong time. This time was no exception. Francis was, without a doubt,
furious and in low spirits.

"Check her," Andrew said, moving aside.



"What do you take me for, Andrew? I'm telling you that I'm a famous doctor. Do you think I will do as
you ask after what you did to me this morning? The answer is no. Anyone who makes an appointment
with me needs to pay at least ten thousand dollars," Francis said, glaring at Andrew.

Ashley was speechless. 'What is he talking about?

What's going on between them?' she wondered.

Andrew's face darkened at Francis's words. Taking notice of the anger on his face, Francis gave in.

"What happened to her?" he asked as he knelt down before Ashley and checked the wound.

"She was burnt by coffee," Andrew replied stoically.

Francis tried to control his anger but to no avail. Jumping to his feet, he focused his disgruntled eyes on
Andrew and said angrily, "Seriously? That's why you asked me here?"

'I am a famous surgeon. Does he think I have nothing to do?

I have a full schedule, ' he grumbled to himself.

"You don't want to try my patience, Francis Nan,"

Andrew said menacingly, looking at Francis with calm eyes.

Francis lost his courage again.

'Fine. You're the boss. I will do whatever you ask me to, ' he thought sullenly.

"Sweetie, what's going on with you?" Since he liked Ashley, he softened his voice when he spoke to
her.



'He would have a crush on any beautiful woman, ' Johnny thought as he watched Francis.

"I was burnt by coffee," Ashley replied.

"What? You got burnt? Can you show me your injury?" Francis responded dramatically.

Ashley showed him her injured thigh. There was a large red area that looked painful.

Francis knew that the red, swollen part must hurt a lot. 'How did she end up like this?' he wondered.

Francis opened his medical kit and started to treat Ashley's wound.

"You were good when I left here. What happened to you? Did Andrew abuse you? I told you he isn't a
gentleman. So you'd better..."

Faced with a gorgeous Ashley, Francis couldn't stop chatting with her.

Andrew's hands balled into fists, his tendons straining against his fair skin.

Ashley pretended to cough deliberately, interrupting Francis's relentless chatting. She went red as she
explained, "No, it has nothing to do with him. It was an accident."

'I ran into that woman and got injured. She is Andrew's secretary and she has a thing for him. It seems
it was Andrew's fault anyway, ' she thought.

As Ashley spoke for Andrew, Francis was about to say something. Johnny shook his head, signaling
him to stop. 'Mr. Nan, didn't you notice that boss is angry? How dare you continue to speak to Miss Mu
and speak ill of him?' he thought nervously.

Francis understood what Johnny was getting at and stopped talking. He took an ointment out of his
medical kit, and as he was applying it to the injured part on Ashley's thigh, Andrew snatched it out of



his hand.

"You can leave now," Andrew said coldly.

'How ungrateful he is!'

Francis stood there, burning with anger.

Andrew had a competent assistant. Before Francis could recover from his anger, Johnny grabbed his
arm and dragged him towards the door.

When Francis came to his senses, he was already outside the office. Displeasure written large on his
face, he squirmed out of Johnny's grip. He said slowly, "Tell your boss not to bother me if anyone he
cares gets injured next time."


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