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"Do you really think a few guards can keephere?"
"There's been a misunderstanding. Your people asked us to arrange sfood for you for your welcome. Please join the VIP suite
to have srest."
Off to the side, Derrick couldn't believe his eyes. The world-renowned Dr. Bell was in fact a strikingly beautiful and poised young
lady. His heart surged into a rapid beat.
So young, yet already earned the esteemed title of Dr. Bell.
She was completely captivating.
Arabella made her way into the VIP room, only to find Horace, legs crossed, lounging on the bed munching on potato chips.
"Ah, Boss, you've arrived?"
At the sight of Arabella, Horace, his cheeks still puffed out tooting chips, urged with excitement: "These chips are divine. You
should have some."
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The bodyguards in the room gazed at Arabella with deep respect. After all, she was the savior who had saved their boss Sean's life.
"Boss, is the surgery done? Sean's still alive, isn't he?" Horace queried.
"What do you think?"
"With Boss up to the task, of course he is! Hey!" Horace laughed, pressing a chip into Arabella's lips. "They said we can't leave until
Sean comes around, right? Csit by me. I've saved sspecial snacks just for you."
Arabella was speechless.
Horace tore open another bag of chips and tossed it to the side. The bodyguards darted forward with bowls at the ready. Arabella
could tell Horace had his amusements; he had them working up a sweat even in the chilly winter.
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One of the guards took a call and, after a whispered exchange, guns were suddenly drawn on Arabella and Horace.
Horace, lording over the guards just a second ago, was now utterly dumbfounded as he found seven or eight men surrounded him
and Arabella. "What's the meaning of this? You dare point guns at your boss Sean's life-saver?"
The lead bodyguard responded with deference, "Boss Sean's awake. He's requested to see you."
Horace hadn't expected such a turn of events from Sean. With only two pieces of snacks left, he quickly popped one into Arabella's
mouth and took the other for himself before moving to the VIP room next door.
On the hospital bed.
Sean lay half-reclined, his commanding allure and rogue charm as strong as ever, his intimidating presence unwavering.
He seemed not like a man fresh out of surgery, but rather like someone awakened from a restful sleep, his demeanor calm and
collected.
He smiled, looking at the pair before him, while all the bodyguards aimed their guns at them.
"Shall we talk now?" Sean asked Arabella with a playful edge. "Why were you digging into Sam? And why are you so interested in
that island?"
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"You backstabber." Horace was astounded. Sean was reneging on their deal. After all, Boss Bella had performed the surgery, and
now Sean was double-crossing them.
"All's fair in love and war," Sean quipped with a more sinister smile, as if schooling a naive subordinate.
However, Arabella too, formed her lips into a knowing smile. "lI seem to have forgotten to mention, the prescription | gave your
men earlier should have seventeen ingredients. But | listed only sixteen."
Sean's smile stiffened abruptly.
Steward and the rest of the bodyguards were taken aback, not expecting the girl to have an ace up her sleeve.
"As for the seventeenth ingredient, I'll let you know once we're safely out of here," Arabella continued smoothly.
Sean scoffed, "How do | know you're telling the truth?"
"Right now, you don't have much of a choice but to trust me, do you?" Arabella shot back.
The operation was her doing, and without her insight for the follow-up treatment, how swiftly and how fully Sean would heal were
all in her hands.