The front desk was stunned when Shawn appeared at the entrance of the company.

"M…Mr…"

He still had that blue shirt on, which was stained with blood. He had a bandage on his hand, and his expression was incredibly dark. He looked like…

He had just killed someone.

"Mr. Wood!" Fiona hurried over in a panic. "You… Ah, this b-blood."

Shawn looked at her coldly.

He went back to the president's office and got a change of clothes from the lounge. After that, he went right to work.

Fiona said, "Mr. Wood, your hand… You should rest. You can dictate, and I'll help you write everything down."

Shawn said calmly, "It's not broken. I'm not a cripple."

"Oh… Mr. Wood, you have such a good mentality."

If a normal person got hurt like that, they would already be considered quite strong if they were not crying their hearts out.

"It's because this was in exchange for her safety. It was worth it." Shawn opened his palm.

Fiona did not understand, but she did not ask any further.

However, Fion