Chapter 349:
Rylie agreed to take the case. Then she posted in a forum: “Patient received. Thread.”
The fortunate one promptly contacted her overnight, desperately wanting her to fly to Marinth. They were willing to pay any amount she desired.
Rylie replied, “I don’t want money. I just need you to do one thing for me.”
“Whatever it is — if we can do it, we will!” they promised.
She set a date. First, she would handle the meeting with Melany’s class adviser. After that, their private jet would come and pick her up that evening.
Elsewhere, Marsha stood at the center of attention. She was officially appointed director of the hospital, silencing the doubts of the city’s wealthy heirs. When asked why Brad held HaloFlow Hospital in such high regard, she simply gave a playful smile.
Later, the group went out to Ronan’s bar. Marsha sipped a few symbolic cocktails. When she noticed someone watching her from the upper floor, she quietly excused herself to the restroom.
As she finished washing her hands, Ronan locked the door behind her.
She glanced at him through the mirror. “What do you want?”
“That hospital belongs to Rylie. How did you end up as director? Weren’t you the one trying to push her out?” Ronan asked.
Marsha dried her hands calmly. “I gave Rylie forged evidence. You know, the Wildes were trafficking organs through the hospital. But I made it look like you were behind it.”
Ronan’s eyes narrowed. “What?”
“She hasn’t suspected anything, because the details are real. Once she finishes modifying her medical equipment, she’ll probably bring it straight to you,” Marsha said with a quiet laugh.
Ronan thought she was being hopelessly naive — but he understood why. Marsha had always been too proud to get her hands dirty. The contract papers bore Evita’s private seal, hidden in a way only he could spot.
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If Rylie really handed that evidence over to the military, it would give him a way to flip the game in his favor.
A sly grin tugged at Ronan’s lips. He stepped closer, wrapping an arm around Marsha’s waist. “So, is our deal still on?”
Marsha slapped his hand away and gave him a cold stare. “I’m done with your dirty games. Being director keeps my reputation intact. Let’s forget whatever was between us. I still plan to marry into a proper family.”
With that, she picked up her bag and walked out.
Her cold exit made Ronan’s expression slowly darken.
By the time Monday noon arrived, Rylie picked up a set of keys from her bedside table and walked down to the underground garage. When she pressed the button, a dazzling pink diamond sports car lit up, its sparkling body leaving her momentarily speechless.
She was certain this car hadn’t been here before.
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