"Mom, don’t worry. Who knows if I might turn out to be a business whizz-kid soday?" I wasn’t sure if I was comforting my mom or myself. Anyway, my mom had a good laugh at my comnt, she responded, "Whatever you decide to do, your dad and I will support you. You’re our only child, as long as you’re happy, we’re happy. I must’ve been out of my mind in my past life. I have such wonderful parents with such a strong financial backing, yet obsessing over Damon endlessly, only to be left with nothing but pain. If I could move my head more freely right now, I’d give my mom a big hug, but my injury didn’t allow it. My mom stayed by my side for a while, then said she was going back ho to cook so roasted chicken for , which I was really in the mood for, so I imdiately agreed After she left, Luna, Clara, and Sofia rushed over Seeing my head wrapped in bandages, they were all heartbroken, asking , "How are you? Is your head still hurting?" "Who did this to you? I’ll give them a taste of the result of their behavior "
"How long is it till you can recover?" Hearing their words, I felt comfort. Although I was injured, I was glad to have this group of female friends who cared for . Life really is beautiful. I answered them, ’I’m fine, just a minor concussion. I’m currently working at Coleman Co., I was there with Damon negotiating with a resident, but things didn’t go well and soone took it out on ." I explained the situation. Luna put so nutritional supplents on the table, and then began to complain, "Really, does Damon have sothing against you? You used to be his loyal follower, now you’ve stopped following him and he’s got you concussed. I think you should divorce him sooner rather than later." Clara agreed, "Right, I heard if two people aren’t compatible, they’ll hold each other back. Whoever has the better luck can suppress the other."
"Then Damon must be very lucky." I sighed and asked Sofia, "Sofia, how co you’re here? Did you go to Coleman Co.?" Sofia shook her head, "I didn’t go, but I sent my mom." I was taken aback for a mont, and then showed a look of admiration. Brilliant! My original plan was for Sofia to cause a scene at Coleman Co., brandishing the evidence I had taken, accusing Ian of his infidelity, which would cause a lot of negative impact for the company, and Coleman Co. would then fire Ace who was still in his intern period, leaving him with nothing. But having her parents go was actually a better choice. Sofia said indignantly, "After my mom caused a scene at the company, Ace actually dared to call and said a bunch of stuff." "What did he say? What did you say? I asked curiously. "He said he was wrong and hoped I could forgive him, what a shaless man!" Ace replied, "Then I told him I loved him very much and was willing to forgive him, and I even had so personal savings that I could use to go back to his hotown with him to work, but my parents were strongly against it and wanted to break up with him, there was nothing I could do." As soon as Sofia finished, Luna, Clara, and I all started laughing, her mind really was quick. In this way, Ace would not have any excuses to refuse her. His standards for a future girlfriend would also be very high, where would he find another girl who is both wealthy and loves him? He would always rember Sofia’s kindness to him, but he didn’t cherish it, and ended up losing everything. They stayed with for a long ti before they left. I was bored, so I started playing a ga on my phone, but the later levels were too difficult, I gradually beca frustrated. "I’m pissed!" After failing the level twelve tis, I was about to throw my phone. "What did the phone do wrong?" Jones appeared in the doorway, dressed in a doctor’s uniform, wearing a mask, only revealing a pair of nice eyebrows and eyes, looking cool and handso. Seeing him, I imdiately cald down, leisurely put down my phone, and said, "Nothing, just stretching." Jones humd lightly, clearly not really believing my words.
He ca in, glanced at the table full of nutritional supplents, flipped through them. Vitamins, honey, truffles, then he saw a bottle of vodka. He raised an eyebrow, "Is this from Luna?" I couldn’t think of anyone else who would give vodka as a nutritional supplent. I didn’t check what these nutritional supplents were, and I couldn’t turn my head too much, so I just nodded casually, "Yep, that’s her." Jones speechlessly put down the gift box, and then asked, "How did you get hurt?" This was the third ti I had to explain how I got injured. But I explained with more details to Jones, for example, Ariel lived near the Chemical Plant, the man who negotiated with Damon, Dean, was her father. "Do you think it’s because Ariel contacted him that he went to negotiate personally?" Jones asked again. "What else could it be?" I retorted, "Don’t you think this is a good opportunity for Damon to win over Ariel? He set a trap, and he just happens to be the one who can break it. If I were Ariel, I’d definitely fall for him!" That’s true, if I were Ariel, I wouldn’t be able to resist a man who was both rich and handso, who spent so much money on , made such an effort for , and was even willing to divorce his wife to marry . As long as I was sane, I’d definitely accept him. Every ti Jones saw acting so indifferent towards Damon, there was always a flash of confusion in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared. "You’re not Ariel," he suddenly leaned in, poked my bandaged head with his finger, and said with a hint of admiration, "Not bad, even though you look skinny and malnourished, you’re surprisingly resilient." "What do you an?" I didn’t understand what he was saying. "With a moderate concussion like yours, most people would experience so typical symptoms, such as dizziness, vomiting, even amnesia. In severe cases, so might even suffer from partial paralysis or convulsions. But you, you just blacked out for a while," Jones explained. So, he ca to check if I was that bad, huh?
Just as we were chatting, Damon surprisingly showed up again. Seeing Jones by my bedside, chatting with , he frowned slightly. "You’re here." Spotting Damon, Jones greeted him calmly, "I’ve got to go." "Alright." Damon responded indifferently. Only after watching Jones leave did he put down the food he was holding. "What were you two talking about what is wrong with your heart?" My mind went blank for a mont before I responded, "Is there sothing wrong with my heart?" The next second, I saw Damon turned grumpy suddenly. His gaze turned sharp as he repeated, "Isn’t there sothing wrong with your heart?" My heart skipped a beat. Jones must have told Damon about my heart discomfort, using it as a cover up for our previous interactions. "Actually, I’m good. I think it might be due to lack of rest. I occasionally feel so chest pain and thought there might be sothing wrong with my heart. That’s why we asked Dr. Jones about it a few tis!" I quickly ca up with an excuse.
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