Chapter 892 Zorion Had Nowhere To Spend His Wealth


    Jepherson was not there, so Scarlette could not allow Zorion to seed especially when she had not


    yet been punished for Raeleigh getting injured. If anything bad happened again, she would definitely be


    in big trouble.


    "There''s no need for that. We''lle back right after we''ve seen the doctor." Raeleigh did not intend to


    eat out. She did not take Zorion up on his offer. The fact of the matter was, she really did not want to


    eat out with him.


    Facing Zorion, Raeleigh was stressed out. She really did not want to go.


    Zorion did not press on the matter, and turned around to walk away. While striding away, he ordered,


    "Call me if there''s trouble. Take good care of Miss Deanna. She is not to leave the ward. Keep your


    guard up against anyone nearby."


    "Yes, Mr. Zorion."


    That attitude was nothing new. If Zorion was not by Deanna''s side, he will fret particrly about


    anything happening to her.


    Raeleigh trailed behind Zorion. She could not care less about going out for food. Neither was she


    nervous that anything would happen to Deanna.


    First, they went to the doctors, who had gathered around to deal with Zorion. After all, the sum of


    money involved was huge, and Zorion had brought so many people with him. It seemed to them that he


    was using his wealth to pressure them.


    The hospital was still extremely concerned and afraid of people like him!


    When Zorion pushed the door open, the doctors got up one after another. They felt anxious for some


    reason when they saw him. Even though their country once colonized Tambend, and most citizens


    looked down on Tambend citizens, an imposing air rAl Diarted from that young man,


    subconsciously humbling them,


    Zorion entered and stood inside the room. One by one, all the doctors stood up.


    The doctor facing Zorion immediately asked, "Mr. Atkinson, is there anything we can do for you?"


    "Didn''t my subordinates show up?" Zorion questioned, standing face-to-face with the doctor.


    Raeleigh stood behind him. She saw the terror in the doctors'' eyes. It was evident that they were


    scared of Zorion.


    "Yes, they did. We are currently making preparations," answered the doctor immediately. Zorion took a


    look at him and curtly replied, "There''s no need for preparations. I''ve brought her here, so you guys


    check her out. Let me know if you need our cooperation on any issue."


    Raeleigh raised her head and looked at the handsome Zorion. He exuded the charm of a natural-born


    leader. It was as though he was royalty, and wherever he went, people should kneel at his feet.


    The doctors nced around. One of them stepped forward to Raeleigh and asked politely, "Excuse me,


    is there any difort in your hand?"


    The doctor was a little distressed. Raeleigh''s condition was easy to deal with under normal


    circumstances. They just needed to restore it back to usual. However, at present, Raeleigh''s hand


    could not be operated on again. If anything urred to her hand, they could do nothing.


    "I''m fine. It''s just that the area that was operated on feels a little itchy, so we came over to ask what''s


    going on," Raeleigh spoke fluently in the country''s nativenguage. It elicited a smile from the doctor,


    as though he was just granted amnesty. He told her, "That''s a normal symptom. The itchy feeling


    indicates that the area is healing. If it continues that way, we can remove the stitches in a few days."


    "Is that so?" Raeleigh asked.


    "Yes."


    "Mr. Atkinson, you can rest assured that Miss Anson''s hand will make a full recovery soon." The doctor


    went to exin to Zorion, who then nced at Raeleigh. Zorion asked, "Is there anything that we need


    to observe?"


    "As long as she follows our advice to avoid certain foods, that will be all."


    "I see. Let''s go then." Turning around, Zorion left the doctors'' office and went out with hisckeys.


    After leaving the room, Zorion walked towards the elevator. Raeleigh''s ward was in the opposite


    direction from the elevator. Zorion obviously did not intend to go back there. Following behind him,


    Raeleigh asked, "Do you really want to eat out?"


    "I''ve made arrangements. You don''t want to?" Zorion turned around and asked. His eyes were long and


    almond-shaped, entuated with thick,  ckshes. When he looked downwards, hisshes lidded


    his eyes perfectly. When he looked upwards, they formed a striking, deep ent to his eyes, making


    them look even more beautiful.


    Raeleigh stared at Zorion. In fact, she did not want to go at all. She replied, "I want to go back to the


    ward and eat. With that amount of food, Deanna and Scarlette can''t finish it. Besides, you brought


    along so many people just to have a meal. It''s really unnecessary. This ce is also really far from any


    eatery. It will take some time to go there and back here again. We should eat here."


    After Raeleigh finished what she had to say, she turned around and went back. Her words were not to


    negotiate with Zorion. They were to inform him that it did not matter to her if she ate in the hospital or at


    an eatery outside.


    Raeleigh had thought that the two girls could not finish that huge amount of food, but when she walked


    back, she saw that there was nothing left.


    Zorion stood at the door, his handsome face calm. It was Raeleigh who said she wanted to go back


    there. She could not me him if there was no food left.


    Raeleigh took a look and asked, "You both finished the food?"


    Scarlette was a glutton. When Zorion was around, she certainly could not eat as much as she wanted.


    However, after Zorion left, Deanna ate without a care in the world. Hence, Scarlette also joined in to eat


    to her heart''s content. In the end, both of them finished the food.


    Deanna had just exited the bathroom. Looking at Zorion and Raeleigh, her expression was bewildered.


    "Why are you back? Have you eaten?"


    Zorion did not speak. His gazended on Raeleigh. Raeleigh knew that he was doing it on purpose, but


    it did not ruffle her.


    "We didn''t eat. We wanted toe back and eat with you, but you didn''t wait for us. You even finished


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    the food." Raeleigh nced at the cart pointedly.


    Deanna did not feel the slightest bit embarrassed. After all, if one was hungry, they had to eat their fill.


    "Then you should go and eat out with Zorion. We''re resting now. Zorion, I want some fruit, so get some


    for me," Deanna said. Zorion smiled and agreed amiably. Deanna pushed the cart towards the door,


    waiting for Raeleigh and Zorion to leave.


    Raeleigh thought for a moment and took her mobile phone and wallet. Zorion waited a while at the door


    before they went out for dinner.


    When they stepped out of the hospital, the car designated for Zorion had already arrived at the


    doorstep. A man in ck opened the door. Raeleigh bent down and got in first, followed by Zorion.


    Upon entering the car, Zorion ordered, "Go downtown."


    "Yes, Mr. Zorion." Raeleigh noticed that the driver and the car were both the same as before.


    Raeleigh frowned. It seemed that they had sent their own local car abroad.


    Just how rich was Zorion''s family?


    The car drove smoothly to the location requested by Zorion. When it arrived, the car door was opened


    for them. Zorion walked out and looked at Raeleigh. Upon getting off, Raeleigh realized that they were


    already downtown. She just wanted to eat. She did not want to spend too much time there on it.


    They were led to a restaurant. Zorion walked straight into the premises, toting Raeleigh along. Besides


    the waiters, the ce was empty.


    Raeleigh stood at the door and stepped in after a long time.


    It was just a meal. Why was the restaurant that grand? Did Zorion have nowhere else to spend his


    money?