Chapter 59


    Hearing a loud bang behind him, Dev, who had already walked a considerable distance, was so


    startled that his face paled.


    He rushed over quickly and saw Scarlett lying on the light wheel, her face pale from the pain, tightening


    his heart unconsciously.


    He tugged at the car door with a stony expression, only to find it locked, and he was unable to open it.


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    He pounded on the window, “Miss Sales, open up!”


    Scarlett, chuching her chest,y on the steering wheel and took a deep breath.


    She felt dizzy and couldn’t make out a word Dey was saying: her cars were buzzing.


    Dev, without uttering a word, smashed open the back window, believing he had lost consciousness.


    He opened the car door, got in, opened the main door, and quickly got out to assist Scarlett.


    Scarlett felt as if a savior had arrived, as if she were desperately clutching a life-saving straw before her


    demise. She weakly lifted her arm and clutched his, and with great effort, uttered two words: “Oxygen…


    air.”


    She was in a state of extreme heart failure due to insufficient blood, making it easy tock oxygen. She


    had to absorb oxygen


    to survive.


    Upon hearing these two words, Dev’s mind went nk Fragments of memories raced through his head,


    so quickly that it gave him a splitting headache.


    He shook his head, picked up Scarlett, and told Mr. Baber. “Ask the hotel to send oxygen tanks over.”


    It was now toote to go to the hospital.


    Fortunately, the Gatsby Group owned this hotel, and to ensure the guests asional needs were met,


    the hotel would provide first-aid supplies at the annual meeting.


    Upon spotting that it was the president of the headquarters, the hotel manager swiftly dispatched


    someone to fetch an oxygen tank.


    Carrying Scarlett in his arms, Dey entered the presidential suite she had booked for him and noticed


    her face had paled to the point of losing all color.


    He was suddenly afraid that she would die just like that, so he anxiously contacted Yan, a good friend


    of his from the academic seminar in A Town.


    After waking up the extremely disciplined Yan, Dev told him the address and, without dy, hastened


    to rescue him. Then, he hung up


    Yan was stunned and, without a second thought, threw away his phone. He then closed his eyes and,


    almost immediately, opened them again.


    Did he hear correctly that Dev wanted him to rescue someone?


    That big blockhead never asked anyone for anything!


    Who was this person that allowed Dev to call them in the middle of the night?


    Yan had OCD, so he had to go to bed at this time, he couldn’t stand dying for longer than a minute


    or even half a second.


    He was curious about who Dev wanted him to save, so he gritted his teeth, grabbed the car key, and


    headed out the door, breaking the rules.


    While Yan was still en route, Dev had to prioritize giving Scarlett oxygen.


    The oxygen tanks were small-sized, yet sufficient for Scarlett’s needs for a period of time.


    As she inhaled the oxygen, the sensation of suffocation and pain in her heart gradually eased. Her


    consciousness gradually regained strength with the infusion of oxygen. Upon opening her eyes and


    seeing Dev standing by the bed with a frown, she slightly paused.


    It turned out that Dey was the one who had saved her just now.


    Scarlett was taken aback when the person she thought wanted to kill her ended up saving her.


    When she saw she was almost finished, she removed the oxygen tank and attempted to rise from the


    bed.


    However, Dev pressed her down. “Miss Sales, don’t fidget”


    Scarlett brushed his hand aside and murmured, “I’m alright. Thanks, Mr. Gatsby.”


    She got up stubbornly from the bed, put on her shoes, and, gripping the bedside table, left.


    Her head was dizzy once more, causing her to sway twice before she fell down again.


    Dev caught her and gentlyid her back on the bed.


    “Don’t push yourself. Let’s take a break for a bit.”


    After setting her down, he thus spoke.


    He was aware that she was not fond of him, so he kept his distance.


    He stepped back a few paces after cing her back on the bed.


    He stayed, waiting for Yan, the authoritative expert to check on her.


    He felt a sense of familiarity with this scene, as if he had been here before.


    This contradicted the information he had previously checked, leaving him perplexed.