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Chapter: 690
Yet, in the back of her mind, she pondered Theodore’s situation. If his condition proved intricate, could
she request Mitchel to assess him?
But then again, they were clueless about the purpose of Theodore’s medication, let alone its treatment.
A sense of melancholy washed over Ariana as she contemplated the dilemma. Unexpectedly, Mitchel
interjected, “If you want answers about that medication, consider approaching the influential figures
behind Mercy Hospital.”
“Ah? What do you mean?” Ariana momentarily froze, failing to grasp whom he was referring to. lolden
from the BRD Group. You know him, right?” Mitchel revealed, “He’s the one you can directly ask. Since
Mercy Hospital falls under his industry, he must possess insights into their internal research.”
His words echoed in Ariana’s mind, stirring up a familiar but enigmatic feeling she had experienced
upon encountering Holden at the hotel.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtYet, she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Recalling that moment, a disconcerting mix of recognition
and detachment enveloped her, leaving her unsettled.
That night, upon returning home, she had contemplated confronting Holden about their encounter at
the banquet. Additionally, she desired an explanation for his persistent use of a mask despite Debora’s
assurance of his unmarred face.
She had even drafted a message in the chat box, but after a brief hesitation, she deleted it all.
Who was she to question him? What right or standing did she possess?
Ariana sighed, her thoughts swirling as she thought about Mitchel’s suggestion. Perhaps her
connection with Holden wasn’t as substantial as she had assumed. Would it be appropriate for her to
inquire him about the internal affairs of his company?
As Ariana pushed the thought aside and continued her conversation with Mitchel, the night grew late
and they decided to leave the restaurant.
Sarah was inebriated, and although Mitchel had indulged in some drinks, he remained relatively sober.
Then, Ariana decided to take a cab.
Mitchel helped Ariana in supporting the intoxicated Sarah. The three waited for a cab outside. When
Ariana reached for her bag, she was surprised to find it was not with her.
“Hold on, I think I left my bag at the reception. I’ll go fetch it,”
Ariana apologized to Mitchel, who nodded understandingly, assuring her he could manage with Sarah.
Ariana hastily retraced her steps to retrieve her bag, while Mitchel provided support to the drunk Sarah
outside.
The surroundings were enveloped in darkness, a chilly breeze whispering through the air. Sarah
gradually regained consciousness, her intoxicated state causing her to mistake Mitchel for someone
else.
“Why are you here?” She wavered, restlessly clutching his arm as she stumbled into his embrace, half-
jokingly exclaiming, “You’re not here to break up with me, are you? I’m a pitiful mess…”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMitchel was speechless.
Seeing Sarah’s state, it was evident she had mistaken him for another person. If he let go, she would
certainly hit the ground, so he fought the urge to.
Sarah heaved a sigh and gazed blankly at Mitchel. “Aziel, you can’t break up with me!”
Seeing Sarah drunk and unruly, Mitchel felt a headache rising. He grabbed Sarah’s arm to prevent her
from falling but kept his distance from her.
He rarely spent time alone with women, let alone a drunken one. He was simply at a loss.
Just then, Sarah looked at Mitchel seriously. Her head was tilted, and she narrowed her eyes while
mumbling something unintelligible. Her body swayed uncontrollably when suddenly, she shrieked, “You
are not him!”
Mitchel was expressionless when he tried to calm her down, “Miss Flynn, stand still.”