Chapter 882 The Reason For Hospitalization______


    Dalores was startled by the sudden sound of the crackers.


    She hadn''t expected the surprise wee-back party everyone had nned for Draco''s hospital


    discharge.


    Dalores was upset and a little jealous of the other W Marks designers who were trying to please


    Draco. Over the past few days she had made a special effort to visit and care for Draco alone, so


    that she could get in his good books without anyone else taking the credit.


    While everyone gathered happily for the cutting of the cake, Dalores stepped away and interrupted


    them.


    "It''s still office hours," she barked. "What are you all doing here? This is a waste ofpany time. If


    you want to ck off, just say it. Don''t y tricks." "Please don''t be such a spoilsport here," replied


    Tasha. "We brought this cake for Mr. Wesley. You didn''t pay for it or do any of the decoration work,


    so you don''t tell us what to do." Tasha stared at Dalores coldly.


    Dalores snorted. "Mr. Wesley has only just gotten out of the hospital. He''s not in good health right


    now. The doctor said that he shouldn''t eat greasy or sugary food, let alone be frightened by


    crackers. Are you trying to send Mr. Wesley back to the hospital?" Tasha was speechless. The other


    designers all looked at each other. Disappointment spread across every face in the room.


    Dalores sneered. "Who was the one that decided you should spend all their working hours


    preparing a surprise party?" she scolded. "Mr. Wesley is going to return home soon, to rest. Now


    that you''ve arranged this event, it will only hinder his recovery. Stop it at once and clean everything


    up!"


    Dolores'' words upset everyone further.


    "It''s a surprise I asked everyone to prepare," interjected J. "Do you object, Dalores?" J


    looked at Dalores challengingly. She knew that Draco was worried about the studio and, as such, he


    wouldn''t have been able to rest now anyway. "In addition to celebrating Mr. Wesley''s discharge from


    the hospital, we''re also celebrating the sess of W Marks in Iridescent Show. Everyone here has


    worked hard for W Marks. Why shouldn''t they be allowed to spend ten minutes eating cake? Tasha,


    you can clean the table after you''ve finished your cake."


    Draco was browsing through the files, so he hadn''t noticed what''d been going on in their area.


    Hearing J''s voice, he turned his head and said, "The sess of our studio in Iridescent Show is


    indeed worth celebrating. Everyone, please go ahead and enjoy your cake. Don''t worry about me."


    Draco then turned around and walked into his office.


    "Great!" someone cried happily. Everyone was overjoyed. They stopped cleaning, gathered back


    together and started cutting the cake.


    Only Dalores, with her gloomy expression, was squeezed aside by the crowd. Despite her anger at


    the situation, she stayed silent.


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    J tasted the cake and her eyes lit up. "Where did you buy this cake?" she marveled. "It''s


    delicious, and not greasy at all."


    It was indeed a fabulous cake.


    "I made it myself," replied Tasha, blushing. "I used dairy cream, especially." Tasha smiled shyly. She


    always blushed at the slightest praise. "If you like it, I can teach you how to make it next time you''re


    over at my ce," she offered.


    J nodded. The designers were gathered together still, chatting fervently. "Do you know why Mr.


    Wesley was hospitalized this time?" one asked.


    "There are rumors about it everywhere," another replied. "Someone even suggested that Mr.


    Wesley was bewitched."


    "Or did someone attack him? I heard that there was a riot on J and Mr. Wesley''s flight, and the


    ne didn''t take off on time. I guess Mr. Wesley was shot. Did you notice the bandage on his arm?"


    Hearing them specte about the reason behind Draco''s hospitalization, Dalores seized her


    opportunity.


    She walked over wearing an evil smile. "Do you want to know the reason?" she jeered. "Only one of


    us knows the truth - J. After all, she was with Mr. Wesley that day."


    The two designers nced at J nervously.


    Though Dalores didn''t know the specific reason, she knew that J must have been involved


    somehow.


    She looked pointedly at J and said, in a raised voice, "J, why don''t you answer everyone''s


    questions? Why was Mr. Wesley hospitalized?"