"What is that woman doing at the hospital?" Chester Yale's eyes flashed sharply, reflecting a glimmer of dim light.
"I'll have someone check it right away..."
"Never mind. Just have someone tell her to mind her own business, or she'll end up dead." Chester Yale cut off his assistant coldly.
"Yes." The assistant shuddered inwardly and respectfully nodded.
Chester Yale retracted his gaze, looking at the villa's gate with complex emotions in his eyes.
It's already one in the early morning; she should be asleep by now, right?
But he... hated her so much he couldn't sleep!
He was afraid he couldn't control himself and would go in to strangle her.
"Mr. Chester, shouldn't you go inside and rest now?" the assistant inquired in a low voice.
As the words fell, he could feel the pressure inside the car dropping significantly, and he didn't dare to say more.
After a long while, he heard Chester Yale squeeze out two words from between his teeth, "Drive, back to the Group!"
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