The waiter shrank back, faced with eyes as cold as ice, her mind beca a blank. She could only answer whatever Quiana Sutton asked.
After Quiana Sutton finished asking, she understood the whole process.
This waiter was a staff mber at the St. Roland Hotel, chosen by Charlotte Sutton to assist with the plan.
She was motivated by money, but also, upon seeing Simon Storm’s photo, she fell for Simon Storm - not just for the money, but for the man himself.
She originally thought the plan would progress smoothly, never expecting Quiana Sutton to discover their sche so quickly.
After speaking, she broke into tears, "I don’t dare do it again, please forgive ."
She didn’t know what Quiana Sutton was thinking, only that she saw Quiana slowly squat down, squint her eyes, and in the next mont, her beautiful, art-like fingers squeezed her neck.
Though Quiana appeared weak, the fingers gripped her neck like an iron clamp, as if with just a bit of force, her head could be separated from her body.
In extre panic, and along with the suffocation, everything went black, and she fainted.
Quiana Sutton stared expressionlessly at the fainted waiter, montarily losing interest. She hadn’t exerted any force, yet the girl had already lost consciousness, like a stranded dead fish.
Feeling quite bored, she tossed her aside, and left the room without a backward glance.
The underground garage.
Durrell Landon helped Simon Storm into the car; Simon’s face was flushed, and his temperature was abnormal, making Julian Haworth, who was playing a ga, slightly shocked.
"Isn’t this Quiana’s uncle? How did he beco like this?"
Durrell Landon: "Don’t ask anything, just get him to the hospital first."
Then he glanced at Charles Foote, who imdiately understood.
"I will stay and watch her; if there’s any issue, I will inform you imdiately."
...
Nathan Firth arranged for Northmount to take Charlotte Sutton to the hospital, but Charlette Sutton clutched Nathan’s sleeve, refusing to let go, crying as she spoke:
"Nathan, will my face be disfigured?"
"I’m really scared."
Nathan Firth felt indifferent; to him, whether Charlotte was disfigured or not had nothing to do with him, especially since she brought it upon herself, didn’t she?
Why ss with Simon Storm?
Is she crazy?
"I ask you, where did you get this bottle of dicine?"
Charlotte Sutton, originally teary-eyed, abruptly heard this question and forgot to cry for a mont, instinctively feeling she couldn’t let Nathan know it was Vinny Linnel who gave it to her.
She stamred and stuttered in response:
"I... I... I picked it up by the roadside."
Picked it up?!
Nathan Firth let out a sneer; saying she bought it on the black market would be more reliable than picking it up by the roadside.
He didn’t feel like asking in detail, knowing what kind of person Charlotte is - complicated and scheming, adept at playing small to deceive people.
He signaled Northmount to take Charlotte to the hospital.
Charlotte saw Nathan actually let Northmount take her to the hospital and beca anxious, reverting to a pitiful deanor:
"Nathan, are you not taking to the hospital?"
"Having Northmount take you to the hospital is enough."
After speaking, he turned and left.
Charlotte watched Nathan’s departing figure, losing the dependence and pitifulness, leaving only ice-cold disdain and resentnt.
Northmount frowned slightly but still respectfully spoke: "Miss Charlotte, please..."
Charlotte glared at Northmount but ultimately fell silent.
In the hospital.
The doctor examined Charlotte and spoke respectfully: "Miss, the injuries on your face may require surgery to be completely removed."
She instinctively touched the scar, her anger intensifying, and her hatred deepening. The suffering she experienced today was all because of Quiana Sutton.
Quiana Sutton, Quiana Sutton, why is she always lingering like a ghost?
Why does Nathan like her so much?
Why is she the rightful heir of the Sutton Estate?
Thinking of this, she grinned, revealing her white teeth,
"If I were to undergo costic surgery, could I change my face?"
If she truly beca Quiana Sutton, would she rightfully gain everything?
Charlotte’s face was already scarred, and though treated, her grim expression made her appear particularly intimidating.
The doctor couldn’t help but feel a chill but still spoke respectfully:
"Who does Miss want to change into?"
She found a photo of Quiana Sutton: "I want to beco her."
...
At the banquet.
The old man frowned slightly seeing Nathan return: "Didn’t I tell you to take Phoebe to the hospital? Why have you returned?"
Nathan sat down and calmly spoke: "I asked Northmount to take her to the hospital."
He paused for a mont,
"Today’s grandpa’s birthday banquet, and if both of us leave the banquet scene, it’s inappropriate both emotionally and logically."
The old man thought for a mont, indeed it was so, and let it go.
The guests, unaware of the incident, had a premonition that after today, the Sutton Estate would not be peaceful.
Nathan sat in place, seemingly unmoved, yet subconsciously glanced at the spot where Quiana Sutton sat three tis.
...
In the hospital.
Simon Storm slowly opened his eyes, his body still weak and powerless, with an unhealthy pallor on his face.
The room was eerily quiet, and he looked around, spotting Durrell Landon leaning against the wall not far away.
Silent and breathing almost imperceptible, he hadn’t noticed it at first.
Simon Storm slowly sat up, looking at Durrell Landon and speaking in a hoarse voice: "Seems I owe you a favor."
Durrell Landon’s eyes were originally downcast; seeing Simon Storm awake, he lifted his gaze slowly.
"Uncle, no need to keep it in mind."
Upon hearing the word "Uncle," Simon Storm paused, chuckled lightly, partly in self-mockery, partly in helplessness.
At this mont, Quiana Sutton walked into the hospital room.
Simon Storm’s movents seed a bit sluggish; his reflexes took a mont to return as he saw Quiana Sutton appear, speaking in a hoarse voice:
"Has the banquet ended?"
Quiana Sutton walked to the window, standing in the light as if wanting to dispel sothing, closed her eyes briefly, and spoke after a mont’s pause: "No."
She didn’t originally intend to attend the gathering but rather ca to provoke the old man.
Having achieved her aim, she had no interest in staying.
She turned to glance at Simon Storm: "Since Uncle is okay, I’ll be leaving first."
She turned and hadn’t walked two steps before Durrell Landon grabbed her wrist.
"Wait, where are you going?"
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