Last time when he knew she was at another hospital to get a second opinion, he sent a message to her, telling her that she didn't have cancer. He had expected her to call and throw a tantrum, or even come straight to him to make a scene. But she didn't. She didn't even try and call or text.

That was not like her. What was going on? Unable to read her mind,

Wesley had been very annoyed at this.

Gripped by anxiety, he turned to the waiter who had ridden the elevator with him, and said, "I want to know who booked Room 822. It's a matter of national security." It was a lie, but it motivated the waiter to override any privacy concerns.

"Yes, Wesley!"

The assistant from McCarthy Group led Blair into the private room.

There were two people already there. One was York Kelly, the general manager of McCarthy Group; the other was a woman who Blair didn't know.

As soon as she stepped into the room, a whiff of strong perfume assaulted her nostrils. Blair frowned. The air was so thick with the odor she felt she was being suffocated.

Seeing Blair come in, York greeted her enthusiastically, “Hi, Blair.

Welcome!"

Holding her breath, Blair maintained a polite smile and shook hands with him.

"Good evening, Mr. York."

“And let me introduce you to the daughter of our CEO-Stella McCarthy."

York led Blair over to the woman dressed in a light-green stylish outfit.

She looked just like one of those Instagram models. Her skin was fair, and she wore delicate makeup on her face. It was cleverly applied so that she wouldn't Look made up. The look in her eyes was arrogant and condescending.

Blair was confused by the presence of the CEO's daughter. ‘Why is she here?' she thought. Nonetheless, she greeted her graciously, "Nice to meet you, Stella.”

Stella nonchalantly shook hands with Blair. She didn't even bother to stand up. After casting a cold glance at Blair, she turned to glare at

York and grumbled impatiently, "She's here. Can we eat now, finally?

I'm starving!"

She thought angrily in her mind, ‘I don't understand why York invited this woman along. She's hot, but that's all she has going for her.

Probably hired because of her “ahem!" assets. Humph! *

Blair knew what she was implying. The CEO's daughter was complaining that she was Late.

But Blair wasn't late. She was there at the agreed-upon time-7 p.m. In fact, she was ten minutes early. It was just that York and the woman had come too early.

York immediately asked the waiter to bring out the food. Then, he pulled a chair for Blair in a gentlemanly way.

“Please sit down,