"What’s wrong?"
Lola Gold instinctively stepped back.
Yolanda Greenwood was quick, grabbing Lola’s arm and pulling her closer.
She lowered her head close to her neck, "Lola, is that a hickey on your neck?"
"What hickey?"
Lola shook off Yolanda’s hand and nonchalantly went to busy herself with sothing else.
Yolanda, undeterred, followed, "Lola, where did you really go last night? Isn’t that a hickey on your neck?"
"A hickey? How could that be?"
Lola approached the mirror and rubbed the mark on her neck.
"It’s not a hickey, it’s just itchy, maybe so bug bit ."
"Really?" Yolanda was half-doubtful, "Lola, haven’t you fallen in love?"
"I really haven’t," Lola confird vehently, "Yesterday, my mom needed , so she called back ho."
"Really?"
Yolanda still found it hard to believe.
She grabbed Lola’s hand, "Lola, I don’t an anything by it, even if you are dating you don’t have to tell , but you need to take care of yourself, you know?"
Normally, Lola was unstoppable in battles, but when it ca to matters of the heart, this girl was just useless.
"I know, I’m not a child."
Lola smiled lightly, "Alright, you better get to work. Take care, and don’t hurt your hand."
When Yolanda arrived at the company, Sophie Taylor and others ca forward to show concern.
She just smiled and said her wrist was slightly injured, telling everyone not to worry.
Soon, lissa Greenwood’s secretary arrived, calling everyone to the Director’s office for a eting.
"Yolanda, the higher-ups are taking your wrist-slitting incident seriously, they’ve decided to cancel your chance to participate in the big show."
With those words, lissa dropped a bombshell.
Sophie and others looked at Yolanda’s injured wrist in shock.
"First of all, I didn’t slit my wrist, I was almost killed."
Yolanda corrected firmly, "Secondly, what right does the company have to bar from the show?"
"How can you be so selfish?" lissa’s attitude was haughty, "Your hand’s ruined, even if you shine in this show, what then? Can you still paint? Can you still take orders?"
"..." Yolanda defiantly responded, "I will find a way to heal my injury."
"Then we’ll talk when you’re healed."
lissa turned her gaze to another painter, "Roman Rogers, you take over."
"Director Greenwood, that doesn’t seem right."
Unexpectedly, Roman declined.
"Yolanda’s entries have been submitted, and her injury shouldn’t affect the show."
lissa clenched her teeth in anger, "Don’t you understand why the company is hosting the show? Do you actually think it’s to showcase yourselves? It’s for business opportunities, so why should we let a wreck participate?"
She warned everyone, "If you don’t want to participate, I can find another team to replace you."
Roman still wanted to advocate for Yolanda but was stopped by her.
"Director Greenwood, I am willing to withdraw," Yolanda signaled Roman with a shake of her head.
"That’s wise," lissa then addressed Yolanda, "One month. If you still can’t hold a paintbrush by then, please resign voluntarily."
"Fine," Yolanda reluctantly agreed.
After everyone left, lissa humd a happy tune.
This ti, Yolanda might’ve saved her life, but she lost both her career and love.
She was the only winner.
Her phone rang then; it was Cooper Coldson.
lissa, bursting with joy, had pretty much prepared everything for the wedding, just waiting for Cooper’s approval.
"Cooper, why are you calling? Miss ?"
"Co to Coldson Building, I’m waiting for you."
lissa wanted to ask more, but the call had already ended.
She quickly gathered her things and left.
This was the first ti Cooper invited her to Coldson Building, a sign that their relationship was progressing.
Upon arriving, she went directly to the president’s office on the top floor.
"Cooper?" she approached with a smile.
"Sit down!" Cooper’s tone was rather cold.
Confused, lissa sat down on the sofa and chuckled, "What’s the matter?"
Cooper threw a file onto the table.
Hesitantly, lissa picked it up and opened it, her face turning ashen quickly.
It was Yolanda’s hospital records, clearly showing two admissions in the past five years.
The first ti was due to excessive blood loss from a severed artery in her right wrist;
the second, recently, was another severance to the right wrist artery, affecting its motor functions severely.
lissa didn’t know how Cooper obtained these records, nor did she understand his current intentions.
She trembled all over as she read.
"So, the ones who have been treating like a fool are you and Eliana Reed?"
Cooper spoke icily, without a trace of emotion in his voice.
"Cooper!" lissa fell to her knees, "Cooper, hear out, it’s not what you think, I didn’t an..."
She wept, "I didn’t intend to lie, I was just too scared of losing you, I didn’t an to hurt..."
"lissa!" Cooper cut her off, "I have told you, no matter what, the position of Mrs. Coldson is yours. Spare the excess."
lissa sighed inwardly, nodding, "Yes, I understand, it won’t happen again."
"Yolanda has agreed to divorce." Cooper continued, "From now on, don’t trouble her."
"..." lissa clenched her teeth, "Yes, I understand."
She attempted another explanation, "Cooper, you have to believe ..."
"That’s enough, I’m busy, you should go," Cooper didn’t let her continue.
lissa had no choice but to leave.
Not being pursued by Cooper this ti was already a stroke of luck; she shouldn’t push her luck further.
At the door, she turned back, pitifully starting again.
"Cooper, I’ve prepared everything for the wedding, look..."
"Wait for my news," Cooper didn’t even look up.
After leaving Coldson Building, lissa was furious.
Why had Cooper suddenly gone after Yolanda’s dical records? It must have been Yolanda’s doing!
"That bitch..." lissa gritted her teeth, "Should have slit her throat that night, ending this trouble once and for all."
After leaving Baruy, Yolanda received a call from Jenny Reyes.
"Go to Fifth Institute now, Neurosurgery, and see Dr. Ryan Sterling. I’ve arranged it already."
"Thank you, Sister Reyes, for the trouble."
"Hurry up, I’ve briefly explained the situation to Dr. Sterling, and he said there’s hope."
"Great, thank you so much, Sister Reyes."
Hanging up, Yolanda quickly headed to Fifth Institute and soon t Dr. Ryan Sterling.
Dr. Sterling took her through a series of scans and examinations.
By the afternoon, they sat back in Dr. Sterling’s office.
"Dr. Sterling," Yolanda was nervous, "My hand... is there still hope?"
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