Chapter 22


    The hospital was always the busiest ce, and it was where one could see what human nature was


    like. There were peopleing and going in the wards, corridors, and halls. There were old, young,


    and sick people with theirpanions. Some of them were crying, some were silent, and some had


    smiles on their faces.


    It had been almost three years since she graduated, and her heart was no longer as sensitive as when


    she first left school. At that time, even time she saw someone pitiful, she would cry along with them.


    There were too many helpless moments and idents in the world, and she didn’t have time to


    sympathize.


    In the adult world, there was never an easy way to choose, so being able to turn a mess into a beautiful


    day was already good enough.


    Sherri was afraid of disturbing Natalie’s consultation, so she took the medicine and went to her own


    office for a while. At this time, everyone was in the outpatient department or in surgery, and the office


    was empty.


    She waited until it was close to dinner time before getting up and going. to the outpatient department to


    have a meal with Natalie andin aboutst night’s unpleasantness.


    Sherri directly pushed open the door to her best friend’s outpatient room. There were no patients, and


    Natalie was taking off her white coat, getting ready to eat.


    When Natalie saw Sherri enter, she stopped what she was doing, sat back at her desk, and asked in a


    hurry, “You finally showed up. If you didn’t, I was going to call the police. Where did you sleepst


    night?”


    Jim told Natalie that “Mr. Roberts” had arranged everything, but she didn’t know who “Mr. Roberts” was.


    At this moment, she really wanted to know where Sherri wasst night.


    Sherri, exhausted, slumped on the desk and casually tossed the medical records to Natalie, indicating


    that she was sick.


    Natalie skeptically took the medical records and was surprised by what the doctor had written. She


    asked, “What happened to you? I called in sick for you today, and you really went all out. You don’t


    have to be so convincing, do you?”


    Continuing to read the medical records, Natalie said, “Muscle strain. What were you doingst night?


    What’s wrong with your mouth?” She waspletely confused.


    Sherri, half-dead, spoke up. “Please give me some soup. I’m starving,” she said slowly, propping up her


    cheek.


    These past few days, she hadn’t been able to eat anything good, so soup was her only choice.


    “What a tasteless life!” Sherri mourned inwardly.


    Natalie looked at her friend’s pale face and said, “Hmm, I’ll get you some.


    But first, tell me what happened to your mouth.” She paused for a moment and added, “Do you want


    some meat in it?”


    “Yeah, sure,” Sherri replied.


    Just as Natalie took out her phone from her pocket, she saw a friend. request notification. She was a


    bit puzzled because not many people knew her WhatsApp ID.


    Seeing Natalie’s furrowed brow, Sherri asked in a low voice, “What’s wrong?”


    “Somebody tried to friend me,” Natalie replied, not paying much. attention. She simply swiped it away


    and continued to open the takeout app to search for “soup”.


    Sherri nervously pinched her ear and said in a wavering voice, “Natalie, I need to tell you something.”


    “Hmm, go ahead,” Natalie said, still looking down and searching for a


    restaurant.


    “Just ept the friend request, please. The person who’s trying to friend you is Hackett,” Sherri said,


    feigning a pitiful expression, afraid that Natalie would refuse.


    Only then did Natalie look up at Sherri, her gaze making Sherri feel


    uneasy.


    It seemed that at this moment, she was saying, “Go ahead and exin yourself. I’m waiting.”


    “Fine, I’d better tell her the truth,” Sherri thought. She hesitated for a moment and then said, “Well,st


    night, I got drunk, and Hackett took


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    me home. But I swear, nothing happened. I just slept in the living room. We’re not interested in each


    other at all, so nothing really happened. And you know, I always want to blow up balloons when I’m


    drunk. He bought me 500 balloons for that, and I blew up 250. That’s why my mouth is like this. But this


    damn guy filmed me and threatened to release the video. unless I give him your contact information.


    So, Natalie, can you forgive me?” She pouted, propping up her cheek.


    Natalie waspletely speechless. She wondered what Sherri had done.st night, and at this


    moment, she didn’t care about friending Hackett or not. Instead, she wondered how Hackett had gone


    throughst night.


    At this moment, Natalie felt a bit of sympathy for the so-called Mr. ckwell. She wondered if he was


    still alive.


    “Sost night, you were acting crazy at Hackett’s house but he didn’t kick. you out of his house.”


    “Are you my best friend or what? You left me behindst night and didn’t even take me home. And then


    you sold me out.”


    Sherri added, “I was forced by the situation, you know? I had no choice. Besides, it’s not like you’re


    single! When he finds out that Mr. Wilson is your husband, he’ll know that he has made a big mistake.”


    After saying this, she realized that she had unintentionally tricked Hackett. She chuckled to herself.


    “Hey, girl, it was me who stopped you from drinkingst night. I ended up getting drunk too, and I have


    no idea how I got home.”


    Natalie was eager to ask what happened to Sherri in the morning, without asking Jim how she got


    back. But then she thought it might not be appropriate to ask him. If Trevon found out that she was not


    well-behaved after getting drunk, she might bebeled as someone with loose morals.


    “Forget it,” Natalie thought. Nothing happened to her anyway, so she


    didn’t ask.


    “That was strange. Don’t you usually fall asleep right after drinking? Don’t you remember who took you


    homest night? Should I ask Mr. ckwell for you?” Sherri asked.


    “Are you two really that close now?” Natalie asked.


    Sherri replied nonchntly, “Just a rtionship based on threats and


    being threatened.”


    Natalie said, “You’ve got a lot of nerve, girl.”


    Because of Sherri’s situation, Natalie epted the friend request.


    At the same time, Hackett, who felt wrongedst night, insisted on bringing Frank to the Wilson Group


    to seekfort from Trevon.


    Compared to otherpanies, the Wilson Group’s recruitment process was much stricter. Besides


    emphasizing education, they also considered height, appearance, and character.


    Therefore, the secretaries in the Secretary department were like a PR team, with an average height of


    5 feet and 5 inches and none of them. weighed over 110 pounds. They were curvaceous and pleasing


    to the Every time Hackett came in, he would get envious and ask Trevon how he found such a team of


    beautiful women who could rival celebrities.


    He would also often mock Trevon, saying he had a harem of three thousand beauties.


    eye.


    A man dressed in a ck suit sat gracefully in the boss chair. His well-defined fingers reached for a


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    cigarette from the box and lit it, instantly enveloping himself in a cloud of smoke, blurring the contours


    of his attractive features.


    Even Hackett had to admit that this man was really charming.


    Trevon took a puff at his cigarette and lifted his chin slightly to signal. Hackett. “What do you want?”


    Frank also lit a cigarette andzily leaned back on the sofa, casually handing one to Hackett.


    Hackett trembled as he reached out to take it, which caught Frank’s attention.


    Frank teased, “Miss Landor didn’t solve your problemst night, so you took matters into your own


    hands?” He remembered how the two of them kissed each other affectionately in the car.


    “Don’t tell me that you did nothing all night,” Frank thought. “Or what did you do? Staring at the ceiling


    and chatting? That’s not like you, Hackett.”


    Hackett tremblingly took the cigarette that Frank had helped light and held it in his mouth. He


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    With a tone of resentment, he said, “Mr. Wilson, you’ve gone too far. You took away my girl and left me


    with that jinx. Do you know what I went throughst night? It was unforgettable.”


    Trevon looked at Hackett’s trembling hand with interest and was curious. about what he didst night.


    “Did you have too much sex with her and break your arms, or are you just not able to get an erection


    anymore?”


    Upon hearing this, Hackett became even angrier. “Have sex my ass!” he cursed inwardly. His manhood


    was almost broken. “You’re the one who’s not able to get an erection! I tied 250 goddamn balloonsst


    night!”


    No man in this world would admit that he was not able to get an erection!


    Trevon and Frank looked at Hackett with puzzled expressions on their faces.


    “Are you two really that romantic?” Frank continued to lean back on the sofa, casually crossing his


    legs.


    “Romantic my ass! Let me tell you, after Miss Landor finished drinking, she turned into a freaking


    psycho. I couldn’t match her craziness when ites to drinking. For the first time in my life, I saw


    someone get drunk and start singing and blowing balloons.”


    To Hackett, what Sherri did after she got drunkst night was unbelievable.


    Trevon, who usually had good self-control, coughed in response to that. statement. “So, you spent the


    whole night blowing balloons with her?”


    Frank didn’t hold back and exposed him, “Miss Landor didn’t just use your manhood as a microphone


    in the car, did she?”


    Trevon, who was about to take a sip of coffee to soothe his throat, spat it out. It was the first time he


    had lost hisposure like this, which was all because of what Hackett didst night. He calmly took a


    tissue and cleaned up the mess. Then, he slowly raised his gaze, looking meaningfully at Hackett.


    A little whileter, his gaze settled on Hackett’s crotch.


    Even Frank couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, looking yfully at Hackett’s crotch.


    Feeling their gazes, Hackett immediately crossed his legs tightly. “You


    guys are crazy! Stop staring. First of all, Mr. Wilson, it’s your fault. I was pursuing my girl, and you just


    took her away. There’s always a firste-first-served basis, right? And you, Mr. Roberts, you’re the


    worst. You didn’t let me sit in the co-pilot seat. Otherwise, would this have happened? You were just


    listening in the front. Isn’t that hical?”


    Frank returned to his usual cold face. “I didn’t want to listen either. You guys were too loud.”


    Hackett was speechless. “It’s all because of that woman!” heined, thinking that he shouldn’t


    havee here today, or he wouldn’t have to endure their mockery at the moment.


    Trevon’s face darkened for a moment as he coldly retorted, “Firste, first served, huh?” His words


    carried a deep meaning.


    Hackett, who was immersed in Natalie’s beauty, didn’t notice anything wrong and continued, “That’s


    right. Bros before hoes, right? You can’tpete with me for this woman. Besides, this morning, she


    friended me on WhatsApp.” He had a smug expression on his face.


    Frank coldly threw three words at him, “You’re asking for trouble.”


    Trevon said, “Are you sure I can’t beat you? I hope you don’t regret it.”


    Frank looked at Hackett sympathetically for a few seconds and shook his head helplessly. “You must


    be out of your goddamn mind, Hackett,” he murmured inwardly. “How dare you openly unt your


    pursuit of Trevon’s wife in front of him, feeling proud and arrogant? You’re asking for trouble, really.”