So, it was clear that someone wanted to frame her, Forsythia Brown.
She insisted on being discharged from the hospital. Yigol Foster had no choice but to comply, and, out of concern for possible infection of her wound, he ordered the head nurse to wrap her hand in gauze temporarily.
Eleanor Spencer Atkinson snorted and threw another document on the conference table, saying, "You're here, perfect. Forsythia! Take a look at the great thing you've done."
Forsythia Brown smirked and strode in, Yigol Foster following closely behind her. Behind her, the six sturdy men were the bodyguards who had been guarding her in the hospital all along.
The mistress was quite difficult to serve. She not only demanded to be discharged but also confiscated their phones. Now, they all felt that Gem Atkinson was looking at them with contempt. His gaze seemed to say "a bunch of idiots."
