Chapter 319:
The call cut off, the words still echoing through the room, every syllable having reached the ears of everyone present. Realization dawned across the room as sympathetic silence replaced judgment. The looks once filled with contempt had softened into pity.
Marsha stood frozen, her rage evaporating into disbelief. “No… this can’t be real…”
Her hands trembled as she redialed, shouting into the phone, “Ronan! Answer me!”
But when she tried again, the call failed instantly — he had already blocked her.
Fury burning in her eyes, Marsha stared once more at Rylie, seated with effortless poise behind the desk. Only then did she fully grasp the truth — she had been thoroughly used and left with nothing. Humiliated, she turned and staggered toward the exit, desperate to flee.
Just as she reached the door, Rylie gently tapped her cheek and called out, “Marsha, wait outside for me.”
Marsha turned halfway, her expression twisting into a scornful smile. “What now? Want to drag this out so you can savor my downfall?”
Rylie answered evenly, “If you’re planning to get even, you might want to stick around.”
Marsha paused, her eyes narrowing as she studied Rylie. “And what could you possibly do?”
Without waiting for a reply, she pushed the door open and stepped out, leaving Rylie behind, calm and unmoved.
By the time the final interviews wrapped up, the sky outside had already dimmed into evening. One after another, the interviewers gathered their materials and quietly made their way out. Rylie leaned back in her chair, stretching her arms with a faint sigh before allowing herself a brief pause. She turned in her seat until she faced the window. The newly mounted HaloFlow Hospital sign glowed faintly in the blue-tinged dusk, its light spilling softly through the glass.
Rylie stood watching for a moment before stepping out of the interview room. Just outside, a solitary figure sat motionless in the dim light, her presence nearly swallowed by the shadows.
m𝓸r𝓮 𝓾ρda𝓽es 𝓲𝓷 𝓰a𝓵novels.c𝓸m
As the door creaked open, Marsha slowly lifted her head. Her voice came out strained and rough from crying. “Are you really going to help me?”
Rylie walked toward her, her posture composed, the look on her face unreadable. “It’s more of a transaction.”
A faint chill ran down Marsha’s spine, the weight of Rylie’s presence pressing down on her. “What do you want me to do?”
“I know Ronan’s been working with the Wilde family for years. I need proof he was involved in organ trafficking,” Rylie replied calmly. “If you have anything else that could be useful, I’ll gladly take that too.”
Marsha raised her chin slightly. “And what about you? What are you offering in return?”
Rylie lowered herself, hands braced on her knees, locking eyes with her. “You want the director’s seat, don’t you? I’ll hand it to you.”
Marsha stared at her, startled. “When?”
“As soon as you bring me what I need,” Rylie replied with a calm smile. “You’ll keep your polished image, untainted by the Wilde family’s scandals. And everything that happened today will disappear.”
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