Her hand stretched halfway out, then something seemed to pull it back.
She's a patient now, she needs to look pitiful, to make Collins Aiden feel sorry for her.
Thinking this, Clara Sanders withdrew her hand and lay back on the bed, pretending to be weak.
But instead of waiting for Collins Aiden to send someone over, she quickly noticed someone lurking around her hospital room door.
"Who's that?" After a long stint in showbiz, Clara Sanders reacted instantly and yelled at her manager.
"There's a reporter sneaking in for photos! Throw him out now!"
"A junior reporter sneaking into the VIP ward to take photos, I'll have hospital security kick him out immediately," Clara Sanders' manager quickly said, a scowl creasing his face.
But before he could reach the doorway, the man who had been skulking around burst into the room.
A man dressed in a gray long trench coat and matching casual pants swayed into the room, a long lens hanging from his neck…
It was indeed a sneaky reporter.
