In the hospital lounge.
Chester Yale, who had taken care of her all night without a wink of sleep, set his tall body in the sofa with one hand propping his head, his eyes closed as if napping.
His slender legs were lazily crossed over each other.
Standing beside him was the "lifesaver" who had just made up a story for Evelyn Sherman in the hospital room.
"Did she believe it?" Chester slowly parted his lips, pausing between each word.
His indifferent tone revealed no emotion.
"Yes, she knows I saved her, but she seemed very disappointed. She was in a daze for a long time before she started talking."
As the man spoke, he noticed Chester's aura growing ice cold, so he hurriedly stopped and said no more.
"You did well, here's your payment, you can go now." Mr. Gomez handed a check to the man and sent him away.
Turning around, Mr. Gomez looked respectfully at Chester.
"Mr. Chester, it seems Miss Sherman won't have any suspicions."
