CHAPTER 14: CHAPTER 14 DO IT YOURSELF

The silhouette outside the window finally left in satisfaction after seeing this.

But at this moment, all of Alexander Johnson’s attention was focused entirely on Chloe Simpson.

He moved with a savage intensity, as if he were a beast gone mad, ruthlessly attacking Chloe.

No one knew how long it lasted, until Chloe’s eyes were wide open with tears streaming down her face, and her sobbing reached Alexander’s ears, finally making him stop.

As he came to his senses, he glanced out the window to confirm that the shadow was gone and then released Chloe.

"Alexander Johnson, you bastard!"

At this moment, both Chloe’s heart and body had been twisted by Alexander’s aggression. As soon as she gained her freedom, she slapped him hard.

With a "slap," the crisp sound of the slap echoed abruptly in the quiet meeting room at night.

Chloe was momentarily stunned.

Alexander actually didn’t dodge or evade?

He took the slap straight on!

That slap, she had used all her strength.

Chloe stood there, watching Alexander’s face swell visibly red and swollen.

She instinctively moved her numb hand, her mind a tangled mess, unsure of what to do.

In the end, she could only turn and flee in panic.

Running out of the meeting room, the cold night wind blew, clearing her mind completely.

She stood there in the cold wind, with only one thought left in her mind.

She had just slapped the Young Master Alexander Johnson?

It’s over!

He already didn’t plan to let her go and wanted to toy with her.

Now, she’s surely made him utterly furious.

She squatted on the ground, hands buried in her hair, covering her head, sobbing angrily.

Chloe, why do you always mess things up so badly?

You were supposed to bow down and ask Alexander to let you go.

But now...

All the consequences of angering Alexander came rushing in one after another.

The end of her career, colleagues’ gossip, online cyberbullying, and possibly affecting Lucas Hughes as well.

At this moment, Chloe really wished she could slap herself hard.

However, in stark contrast, at the same time, the hospital director was at the hospital entrance, thrilled like he had taken a stimulant, calling someone on the phone.

"Mrs. Johnson, everything has been arranged, rest assured. The show begins tomorrow morning."

"Good, I know. You did very well. I’ll talk to George about your son’s matter tomorrow."

On the other end of the line, Gabriella Dyer had just finished washing up and was applying hand cream.

"Thank you, Mrs. Johnson. By the way, Mrs. Johnson, one more thing, the hospital’s three-term director is about to end, I’ve heard that the major shareholders are considering a new director soon."

Director Tyler Howard was sycophantic on the phone and also mentioned next month’s director election.

It is well known that Ansun Hospital is Kyohai City’s most prestigious private hospital, but no one knows there’s an unwritten rule within the hospital.

The director’s position is changed every ten years.

The reason for changing is that Ansun, being a top private hospital, naturally has its certain connections and means.

Especially in a private hospital setting, many unknown secrets are mixed in.

Every industry, beneath the bright surface, hides countless filth and dirt.

Ansun is no exception.

Of course, only a few major shareholders know this rule.

That’s why Tyler Howard chose to board Gabriella Dyer’s ship years ago.

Back then, Gabriella Dyer was the sole heiress of the largest private bank in the country, Dyer Clan, and married the only heir of the richest Johnson Family.

A commercial marriage, a powerful alliance, those who understand, understand.

Once combined, the Johnson and Dyer families were tied together, no matter what happens, they wouldn’t separate.

Unless the Johnson and Dyer families sank together.

Therefore, whoever sat in Tyler Howard’s position would choose Gabriella Dyer without hesitation at that time.

"Rest assured, as long as I’m here, you can be the director until old age and death."

Gabriella Dyer finished applying hand cream, turned off the speakerphone, picked up the phone with an easygoing demeanor.

"Alright, in that case, I’m relieved. Have an early rest, Mrs. Johnson."

These words eased Tyler Howard’s mind.

After hanging up the phone, he drove home.

In the hospital meeting room, since Chloe ran out, Alexander had been sitting on the sofa.

His face still throbbed with pain, and he pushed his cheek with his tongue, remembering Chloe’s tear-streaked, anguish-filled face just earlier.

If it were under Lucas Hughes, she definitely wouldn’t look like that.

Just like that night on the ship.

She was drunk, and all she called out was Lucas Hughes’s name.

Thinking of this, a fire inexplicably rose in Alexander’s heart, and his tightly clenched fists crackled.

It was a while before he released his fists, reaching for his phone to call his assistant, Jack Woods.

At that moment, the door made a creaking sound.

Alexander looked up and saw Chloe returning.

He chuckled mockingly, "Heh, dare to come back?"

But even he didn’t know if the mockery was directed at Chloe or himself.

At the door, Chloe acted as if she hadn’t heard, turned to close the door, and came in.

She knew very well that she had to return no matter what.

The feasibility plan instructed by the director had to be done regardless.

"I’m sorry, Young Mister Johnson, it was all my fault earlier, I was wrong. If you’re still angry, you can slap me again or double it. I can do it myself."

Chloe began apologizing non-stop, backing down.

As she finished speaking, she raised her hand to slap herself.

"I don’t have a habit of hitting women." Alexander’s words stopped her.

"!" Chloe raised her head sharply, surprised that Alexander would let her off so easily.

But indeed, Alexander let her off just like that.

The rest of the night, Alexander worked with her, seriously working on the feasibility plan to add a psychology department outpatient service.

Chloe genuinely didn’t expect that a feasibility plan needed so many things.

Besides, she was just a small nurse, with only some superficial medical knowledge, struggling very much.

The feasibility plan mainly aimed at promoting profitability, with issues related to medical copyright only taking up one-tenth.

Yet even so, her small part took almost the entire night.

By the time they finished, dawn was breaking.

She couldn’t take it anymore and fell asleep on the sofa.

Alexander completed the final draft as the sun was coming up.

He turned to see Chloe’s sleeping face.

In the first rays of morning light, filled with hope, she seemed just like in that moment of escape long ago.

Suddenly, Alexander’s heart softened.

"Jack Woods, tell me, if Chloe knew it was her ideal good husband Lucas Hughes who personally delivered her to my bed, what would happen?"

He picked up his phone, calling Jack Woods.