Chapter 3: Let’s Talk!


    "Her fever was at 39.5 degrees and it was likely caused by overexertion." Bill Taylor, the doctor on duty,


    informed Wilson. He leaned against the door casually and wrapped his arms around his white coat. He


    stared at Wilson with a strange expression and joked, "This is the second time I have seen Mr. Wilson


    personally bring a woman to the hospital. Why, have you finally seen the light?"


    Wilson almost choked on his saliva after hearing that she was sick due to overexertion. He rolled his


    eyes at Bill and asked, "When will she wake up?"


    Bill replied, "I gave her a drip to reduce her fever. She will wake up after she has enough rest." After


    that, he nced again at the woman on the bed and left with a smile.


    Wilson looked at the woman''s bag lying by the bed. It looked a little cheap. It seemed like she was not


    rich, and those who were not rich were all short of money. Thinking of this, he quickly took out a


    cheque and wrote five million dors aspensation.


    It wasn''t that he didn''t feel sorry for what happened yesterday. He just lost control under that situation.


    For her, it was an ident, wasn''t it? In the end, he was the one who got her involved. He didn''t want


    to be obligated to others. Five million dors was enough for her to live a good life.


    The woman''s phone rang several times. When he picked up the phone, he heard a female voice on the


    other end, speaking anxiously, "Alina, you finally answered. How are you? Are you okay? To be honest,


    Mr. Hall is really a jerk for stealing your n. Alina, don''t take it to heart. It''s not worth it to be angry


    over such a person. We all know that the design n is your hard work. You have poured your heart


    and soul into every detail. Now don''t think about anything. Go to sleep and have a good rest."


    Wilson ended the call and nced at the woman on the bed. So, this woman was called Alina. From


    what he could make out, her design n was stolen by her superior. He could help her out.


    Wilson took a picture of the woman with his cell phone and sent it to Simon. "This woman is called


    Alina, probably a designer. I am not sure whether she designs clothes or houses but check it out.


    Apparently, she has a superior named Mr. Hall. Get back to me with her information as soon as


    possible!"


    Simon was speechless at the other end of the phone.


    In a short while, Simon rushed to the hospital with a pile of files in his arms.


    In Bill''s office, Wilson was quietly flipping through the documents sent by Simon.


    Alina, 24 years old. She was graduated from Jameson University three years ago, majored in


    of the Adams Group.


    In addition to her, she also had a mother of 40 and a younger brother of 13 years old. Her father had


    died in a car ident a few years ago.


    Her mother was a housewife while her younger brother was still studying in the expensive Jameson


    Private High School. All the expenses of the family were borne by her alone.


    Her life was very simple. She didn''t care about anything else in life other than her job. In her personal


    life, she had no other friends besides a woman named Rosie Jones.


    They moved from Ritz City to Jameson City three years ago. They were currently renting a ce to live


    in.


    Her immediate superior was a middle-aged man named Hall Garcia. He was infamous for stealing


    credit from his subordinates.


    By the time Alina woke up, it was already dark. However, the ward was brightly lit.


    She looked around in confusion and saw a cheque lying beside her bag. There was a small note left for


    her, written in neat handwriting. "Please ept this cheque aspensation for what happened


    yesterday."


    Alinaughed loudly. Another cheque! It''s like déjà vu all over again.


    Three years ago, someone gave her a cheque for five million dors. Three yearster, the exact same


    thing happened again.


    It must be great, being a wealthy person. Money can solve everything in life.


    She looked up as she heard footstepsing towards her. Seeing Wilson, a mocking smile appeared


    on her lips. "Didn''t you give me a cheque? Why are you still here?"


    "Let''s talk!" Wilson pulled out a chair and sat down.


    "What more to talk about?" Alina really didn''t like this man. She thought of the two women who gave


    her the cheque three years ago. Although they did not say anything, Alina knew that they looked down


    on her. Their disdainful eyes and mocking smile made her feel extremely ufortable.


    "If you need to look for a different job, I can help you!" Wilson said.


    "You have given me five million dors. With this money, I won''t need to work for the rest of my life."


    Alina replied sarcastically.


    "I''m sorry about what happened yesterday. I didn''t mean it." Wilson could only exin this much. He


    couldn''t let her know that he had been drugged. He couldn''t afford to lose face.


    "Other than money, if you need anything else, just tell me!" Wilson continued.N?velDrama.Org ? 2024.


    "If I forced you to take responsibility for what you have done to me, is that okay with you?" Alina


    challenged him.


    Wilson was stunned for a few seconds. He thought seriously for a moment and nodded. "Sure, I will


    marry you!"


    "Men are indeed animals. I have nothing I need. Please leave!" Alina gave a scornful nce to him.


    "I''m serious. Think about what else you need. I will meet your demands to the best of my ability. See


    you tomorrow at noon!" After saying that, Wilson left the ward.