BookToReadChapter 305 Suzanne had resumed her duties, continuing to work. As people left the conference room, they gave her curious glances, but no one dared challenge her since she and Henry were in conflict.
Suzanne wasn't naturally defiant. Her confrontation with Henry was strategic, intended to signal to the company's employees that she would eventually lead the company. She wanted everyone to notice the tension between them and, in time, choose sides.
Once she showcased her design and business prowess, she'd prove her leadership skills. From this point forward, Henry was merely a stepping stone for her. A cold smile flashed in Suzanne's eyes as she anticipated the downfall of Henry and Seline.
At the hospital outpatient department, Marsha intentionally scheduled her follow-up appointment for the afternoon, knowing there would be fewer patients.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe opted for a short, fitted sleeveless top that highlighted her waist, along with wide-leg straight jeans that made her tall frappear even taller. Her footwear consisted of simple yet chic white sneakers.
To complete her look, she wore a black hat and a mask that fully concealed her face, with only a small opening for her eyes. She steered clear of others' glances.
Next to Marsha stood Hazel, her assistant, dressed casually and wearing a mask. Many fans identified her as Marsha's assistant.
Marsha steered clear of the crowd and took a seat by the entrance of the busy examination room, grumbling, "That Charles never givesany special treatment. Damn him." Even though she was famous, she still had to wait in line at the outpatient clinic for her appointments. Her identity was delicate, but she had to sneak around during every visit, which made her very nervous.
She looked at Hazel and said, "I'll cby myself next time. You can stay hand relax." Hazel was at a loss for words, her lips quivering a little. If Marsha showed up by herself, it was inevitable that she would clash with Charles. After being with Marsha for such a long time, how could Hazel not understand Marsha's thoughts? Hazel said with a slight tone of helplessness, "Marsha, your health doesn't permit anger, much less getting into fights." Marsha, realizing her motives were immediately transparent, remained calm. She reclined in her chair, feeling aimless and downcast.
After a brief pause, she turned to Hazel and asked, "Isn't there any way to handle this man?" Hazel gave a faint smile and remained silent. She always sensed there was something unique about the relationship between Marsha and Charles.
Despite their frequent arguments, Charles consistently put his utmost effort into treating Marsha's condition. Even when Marsha threatened to hit someone, it was always just an act. She never followed through.
Before long, the announcement system chimed in.
"Patient number 15, Marsha N., please go to Examination Room One." Just as Marsha was preparing to stand, she overheard a woman nearby say, "Hey, that person resembles Marsha Newton." "What, Marsha?" "Ah, Marsha, Marsha-" Oh no, she had been recognized! Hazel, feeling panicked, nervously asked, "Marsha, what should we do?" If Marsha was spotted in the hospital, it would create a major uproar with adverse effects. Her head throbbed as she grabbed Hazel and swiftly spun around to dash into the examination room.
She rapidly closed the door, cutting herself off from the chaotic fans outside. The crowd was already ina frenzy, banging on the door to gain entry, but Marsha quickly locked it. At last, she could breathe a sigh of retief.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCharles stared at the situation in confusion. "What are you doing?" he asked.
The examination room door was soundproof, leaving Charles clueless about the events outside. But his question was the final trigger for Marsha.
She moved forward, placing her hands on her hips, and erupted into an angry outburst) "How dare you ask that? If you had just providedwith special treatment, wouldn't be facing an angry crowd!" She couldn't fathom what the headlines would read the next day. The mere thought of it made her anger surge uncontrollably.
Charles finally sensed that something was amiss. He stoochap the examination exp and approached the exa room door, gently raising the blinds to peer through the glass.
Outside, he noticed a throng of enthusiastic teenagers gathered an around, the room, an unusual sight for a hospital. The actual patients in need of care were now sidelined. With a frown, Charles spun around and headed to his desk to call security.
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