The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

That was when Claude regained consciousness.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

He jolted into his senses as he saw Winter as soon as he opened his eyes and pointed at Winter as he screamed wildly at the top of his lungs, "Dad, Jet, it's her! She told the other woman to hurt me! You have to help me!"

Liev was only left even more stunned.

He already realized from Jet's exchange with Winter that Winter was the chief of Zamri Hospital. He had come with a request, only for his son to end up insulting the person in question.

Not only was she young, but she was a woman too!

"What are you spacing out for?! Help me!" Claude was still hollering on top of his lungs.

Liev finally had enough and frowned as he told his son who Winter really was.

"What?!"

Claude was left thunderstruck-as a member of the Dresden family, he certainly knew who owned the hospital.

It was Gene Pearce, the richest man of the East Coast!

And what could the relationship be between Gene and Winter for her to become the chief?

Anyone could tell right away, and Claude's face paled as his lips trembled.

However, he did not dare to snap at Winter because his family was really nothing compared to Gene. If they upset the man, they would be dead without knowing what hit them.

Nonetheless, Winter was staring at Jet in amusement. "Dr. Quaid, this man is the one who told me your secrets."

"What?!" Jet exclaimed in shock, while Claude's whole body stiffened as he remembered what he had told Winter before.

Winter was clicking her tongue even as she continued, "According to him, each medical equipment that you purchased would earn you millions. Color me impressed!"

Jet dropped limply to the floor as if he lost all his bones, staring blankly at Claude in the realization that his

own

brother-in-law had t

out.

"What..." Liev was dumbstruck too-how did his son get Jet caught in his mess too?!

Still, after Jet spaced out for a moment, he promptly said, "Wait, chief! Claude Dresden is slandering me! I-I'd never do something like that!"

He had already erased all the evidence so that they would not trace it back to him.

The only thing he could do now was to insist that it was all Claude's bullshit, or all his work all these years would go down the drain.

Not only would he lose his job and connections, but he would be spending the rest of his life in jail.

Just then, a smiling Frank Lawrence entered the ward, handing a sheet to Winter. "Here's the price list from Vicky."

Liev froze when he saw Frank, while

Claude was so terrified he kowtowed repeatedly before Frank's feet despite the agony in his groin. "I'm sorry, Mr. Lawrence, I'm o sorry..."

"Hehe." Frank smiled, but it was horribly menacing. "I remember giving you a chance before, Mr. Dresden... But it seems like you refused to take it." Forget Claude-even Liev's legs turned to jelly.

He had bribed many people just to get himself into Gene's charity auction months ago, and he had met Frank there.