Chapter 586


    "I don''t care who it is. I want to discharge and no one will stop me."


    A pair of angry bloodshot eyes red sharply at Grayson. "You’ll sign the documents for a


    discharge if you want to keep your job."


    Utterly shocked, Grayson quickly nodded. "Yes, yes, of course, Mr. President. I''ll get right to it."


    Grayson scrambled out of the room and was met face-t o-face with Angeline.


    "How''d it go? Did the president change his mind?"


    Shock remained on Grayson''s face as he shook his head dazedly. "The president has made his


    choice, Missus. There''s nothing I can do."


    Looking at Angeline, Grayson pleaded pitifully, "The president has always listened to you, Missus.


    I''m sure he''ll change his mind if you’re the one persuading him."


    Angeline felt herself waver. "What a stubborn mule. Why won’t he listen to reason? Maybe I should


    persuade him instead?"


    Grayson exhaled a sigh of relief.


    Slowly, Angeline approached the hospital room''s door. Despite it only being a few steps'' worth of


    distance, walking it felt like a century.


    For a reason unbeknownst to her, Jay Ares'' ferocious demand echoed in her mind.


    "Don’t leave me and no stic surgery. Don’t ponder these taboos, or I shall never forgive you."


    She had done both in the end.


    It was unlikely that he would forgive her.


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    What should she do?


    His body was still weak. To get angry with her right now would do more harm than good.


    Angeline suddenly turned around to the nurses’ station and picked up a mask. She stretched it to its


    extent and tucked it behind her ears. Such a disguise ended up covering arge half of her small


    face.


    "Do I look recognizable like this?" Angeline asked Grayson with uncertainty.


    Looking at her enchanting figure, then back at her alluring eyes, Grayson replied earnestly, "The


    president knows your appearance like the back of his hand, Missus. He''ll easily tell you apart from


    others even if you’ve turned to ashes."


    Stunned, Angeline snatched off an extra care worker uniform from the nurses'' station and pulled it


    over her white dress.


    This disguise was taking too long. Grayson feared any further dy would anger the already


    impatient president. It would only end up exploding over


    Grayson in the end.


    Thus, when Angeline asked again, "Am I still recognizable?"


    Grayson shook his head against his conscience as his eyes fell on her eyes of unparalleled beauty


    that was s o distinctively Angeline Severe. "Maybe... Not?"


    Angeline snapped her fingers in satisfaction. "Done."


    Grayson''s expression turned enigmatic as he watched Angeline approach the hospital room


    confidently.


    Who knew how the president would react to the missus returning after stic surgery? Would he be


    pleasantly surprised or ghastly shocked?


    Perhaps he should not have allowed so.


    Grayson watched Angeline’s previously light footsteps turn into tiptoes as she opened the hospital


    room door. An elegant swan had shrunk into a quail in an instant.


    Well, at least she was aware of her mistake now!


    The president had almost killed himself with infuriation when the missus left without saying


    goodbye.


    Grayson felt himself break out in a cold sweat in ce of Angeline.