But the moment the needle pierced the skin, she heard a noise and laughter from the other side.
“What are you so proud of? You were kicked out for trying to climb onto Mr. Dolton Group bed. This kind of woman is born to be a lowly person.”
Even the sound of breathing could be heard in the emergency room and Beatrice’s whole body stiffened.
She hurriedly hung up the call, as if a stranger had spied on her secret and her face turned red.
She gasped and before she could sort out this frustrated mood, she saw urgent news broadcast on TV.
A rear-end collision occurred on the Ocean Bridge and the victim was Viola, Harold’s secretary.
Beatrice knew that Harold was protective of his shortcomings.
At that time, he held his secretary Viola’s hand tightly and said word by word that he would not let the hateful perpetrator go.
Viola also looked at her hero with a look of fascination.
Because he always appears when she needed him, protecting her without hesitation.
Even the reporters present couldn’t help but start to share the couple.
He looked at the tenderness in Viola’s eyes, which Beatrice was familiar with.
A long time ago, such preference was only for her.