After applying a cold compress, Stella’s scalded leg felt much better, but she still needed to go to the hospital.
The restaurant owner waived their al charges.
"What about the lady who was also scalded by the soup with her just now?" Evan asked.
He still cared about her that much.
Stella lowered her head, a flash of hatred in her eyes.
"The man who ca with her carried her away, saying she was going to change clothes."
Evan’s gaze was unfathomably deep.
...
Juliana woke up in a spacious room.
But aside from a bed, there was nothing else inside.
She had been changed into a long fabric dress, and the spot on her neck where she had been jabbed still hurt a bit.
In less than two minutes, Wayne brought in a horse-faced female doctor.
"Who are you really? What do you want?"
Juliana tried to get up from the bed but had no strength.
Wayne pulled out a photo from his phone and showed it to her, with a sinister smile on his face.
"Don’t you look a lot like her?"
It was a composite photo of a person; Juliana didn’t quite resemble it, only about sixty or seventy percent similar at best.
"My girlfriend wants a child that looks like her, and if your egg cells work, I can marry her. I’ve tried with many girls over the years, but they all failed. You’re the 37th; I hope you’ll succeed."
Juliana felt her scalp tingle hearing this.
How could she have encountered such a twisted situation?
"Was it Stella who led you to find ?"
"Who’s Stella?" Wayne seed puzzled.
Juliana ignored him, "Private confinent and coercion are illegal. Let go!"
Wayne ca over, reaching out to hold her.
"Once the embryo is successful, I’ll let you go, I keep my word, it won’t take long."
Just as he touched Juliana, she struggled fiercely in agitation.
"You pervert, don’t touch , let go!"
"Don’t rush, don’t rush," Wayne hurried to explain, "I didn’t explain clearly, I won’t physically interact with you, nor let you get pregnant, I just need your egg cells."
But Juliana wouldn’t listen at all.
Wayne, helpless, called in a few broad-shouldered and thick-waisted won to restrain her.
Juliana was pinned onto the examination bed, and the female doctor used equipnt to check her.
"The number of egg cells is good, but it’s not the right ti now. If drugs are used to stimulate ovulation, we’ll have to wait a week," the female doctor said.
"No, if she’s missing for more than three days, soone will look for her. I must let her go before then."
The female doctor said nonchalantly, "Then use electric stimulation. Success within two or three days is possible."
Wayne nodded, "After taking them, don’t forget to inject her with a drug for ntal confusion, a larger dose is fine, don’t let her escape and call the police like last ti, we won’t have anywhere else to go if we’re chased out from here again."
After speaking, Wayne disappeared at the doorway of the room.
The female doctor took out an instrunt crackling with electricity, coldly looking at the immobile Juliana.
"Hopefully, your body will cooperate, making it less painful for you."
"Hold her down, the electric shock will be painful, and she’ll struggle with a lot of strength."
Juliana’s breathing halted, her face instantly lost all color...
Sumr searched the restaurant, but couldn’t find Juliana.
When she called her phone, it was surprisingly switched off.
Wayne’s phone, however, could be reached.
But he insisted he parted ways with Juliana at the restaurant entrance and didn’t know where she went.
Sumr felt like the sky had fallen.
Anxious all night, there was no news of Juliana.
Worried sick, she went early in the morning to Platinum Bay to intercept Evan.
Because in the dinner photo Juliana sent her last night, there was not only Wayne but also Evan and Stella.
As the Maybach slowly drove out of the Platinum Bay gate, Sumr suddenly jumped out from the roadside.
Ethan slamd on the brakes, narrowly avoiding hitting her.
"Second Miss Shaw, even if you were born a cat, you can’t just throw your life away like that."
Ethan got out to check if she was injured.
"Where’s Evan? I want him to co out," Sumr said.
Ethan’s eyelid twitched, warning her, "Second Miss Shaw, even Dr. Shaw wouldn’t dare speak to President Grant in that tone, please mind your manners."
"What’s wrong with my tone? Did it hurt your feelings? Or bring sha to your ancestors?"
Ethan wasn’t sure whether to scold her a bit.
At this mont, the back seat door opened, and Stella stepped out of the car.
Sumr couldn’t believe her eyes for a mont.
It was only seven-thirty; she definitely hadn’t been at Platinum Bay early in the morning.
Thinking of Juliana’s disappearance and Evan being busy spending the night with a wild woman made her furious.
"Wow, he’s not even officially divorced yet, and you’re already eager to jump into a ss. Didn’t your mother consider the species when she had you?"
Stella swallowed her insult, didn’t retort, and appropriately stepped forward to say, "My brother caught a cold, don’t bother him with trivial things. Tell if there’s anything."
Can a missing wife be a small thing?
Sumr was about to ntion Juliana’s disappearance when she heard Stella add, "As long as it’s within my ability, I’ll help you solve it."
So, she ant the news wouldn’t reach Evan’s ears.
Sumr wasn’t having it, trying to bypass her to open the car’s back door.
"I told you, don’t disturb my brother; he’s sick."
Stella, under the pretense of blocking, bumped directly into Sumr.
Sumr, already fuming and ready to find soone to fight, obliged and gave her a hard shove.
Stella fell, her head hitting the car door.
"Miss Windsor, are you okay?"
Ethan hurried forward to check.
But Stella’s head drooped, and she passed out.
"Damn, she hit her head!"
Ethan quickly dialed 911.
At this mont, the back seat door opened again, and Evan stepped out of the car.
He indeed wasn’t feeling well; after losing sleep over Juliana leaving with Wayne last night, his eyes had dark circles, and his gaze grew colder as it landed on the unconscious Stella.
Upon seeing him, Sumr said excitedly, "Evan, your wife..."
"Shut up!" Evan interrupted her sharply, "Let your brother see the ss you’ve made!"
Sumr: "..."
Death to the spouse!
Resolutely supporting Juliana’s widowhood!!
At the hospital, Caleb hadn’t gotten off work yet.
He arranged for a nurse to take Stella for various examinations.
Evan rubbed his forehead, "Arrange a VIP room for her later."
Caleb: "Don’t worry, my sister’s fault; I’ll take full responsibility and won’t let your woman suffer any grievance."
Evan frowned, looking at him, "Do you also think so?"
Caleb raised an eyebrow, "How many tis have you co to the hospital with your own wife? Which of Stella’s treatnt bills haven’t been under your na? If being friends with you requires blinding oneself, then..."
The rest was too heavy to say, so Caleb only shrugged, not voicing it.
"Find a caregiver for her,"
Evan turned and left.
At the doorway of the doctor’s office, Ethan said to Sumr, "Second Miss Shaw, you were too impulsive. Miss Windsor ca early this morning to give President Grant dicine. They were in the sa car because President Grant was giving her a lift ho."
Sumr scoffed, "Has Evan gone bankrupt and can’t afford dicine, needing a mistress to buy it for him? His wife has..."
Before she could finish, the office door opened, and Evan walked out with a gloomy face.
Sumr closed her mouth.
The man didn’t glance at her, directly leaving, and Ethan quickly followed.
Caleb looked at his sister, face stern, "Aren’t you dropping your worth by getting physical with such people?"
Sumr bit her lip, "Juliana’s gone missing, it’s been a whole night, I’m worried."
Caleb frowned, "What?"
Sumr was about to cry.
"It was for the company matter, and after Wayne took her to a dinner, she disappeared. It’s been over ten hours, and who knows what she’s going through."
Caleb, still calm, asked for all the details and imdiately sought a friend to check the surveillance around that night.
Sure enough, they got a clue.
Juliana was carried into a car by Wayne.
"That bastard, he said Juliana took a cab herself," Sumr said.
"Let’s go, call the police to find Wayne!" Caleb said.
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