Slapped In The Face

Besides Dr. Michael Langston, who was wearing a doctor's white coat, Alan Foster, Shane's personal assistant, also entered the room alongside Uncle Ben.

Wynonna had wanted to find out when Mrs. Muller would fulfill her promise but felt uncomfortable asking about it with the other two men around.

She was still deliberating about it when Uncle Ben smiled broadly as he handed her a bank card and said, "Ms. Sinclair, here is the one million dollars. Also, your father will be released from prison this morning. I have arranged with the chauffeur to prepare the car to drive you to pick him up."

"Thank you!" Wynonna exclaimed as she accepted the bank card. At the thought of being able to meet her father soon, she rushed out of the room without eating any breakfast.

Moreover, she had also sensed that the Muller family did not seem to want her present during Shane's checkup.

After Wynonna left, Uncle Ben left too, leaving Michael and Alan alone with Shane, who was still lying in bed.

Now that all the outsiders had left, he no longer had to pretend he was in a coma. He slowly opened his deep-set eyes, and the first thing he asked Alan was, "Have you found that woman yet? What about the surveillance video?"

"Mr. Muller, I have obtained the surveillance video," Alan replied. Just as a strong leader would not have weak soldiers, Alan had always been an efficient worker. "I also found the woman who got onto your car that night, but unfortunately, she was wearing a cap and the camera angle was from top to bottom, her face was completely blocked…"

Shane's expression visibly darkened. "How about the other physical evidence she left behind? I remember a five-dollar bill that had her handwriting on it."

Damn that woman, he thought. He'd assumed that he would have caught her quickly. He did not think it would be so difficult.

"Yes, that is her handwriting, but Sonorland does not have a handwriting database to check against," said Alan as he pulled out a clear bag from his pocket and respectfully presented it to Shane. "However, we found an eyebrow tweezer that is usually used by women to pluck their eyebrows. There might be fingerprints or DNA on it."

Shane's brows furrowed deeper when he saw the eyebrow tweezers and said, "Go and test these tweezers for DNA now!"

That d*mn woman had used such a tiny tweezer to threaten him. He had thought it was a sharp weapon. Now that he knew the truth, he wanted to kill that woman even more!

"Yes, Mr. Muller," Alan respectfully answered.

Michael had been doing a routine checkup on Shane while listening in on their conversation. He ignored Shane's extremely angry face and teased him. "Do you have to be so vicious? She was, after all, your first woman. Why don't you take her for yourself?"

Michael was not an ordinary doctor. He was the heir of the Langston family, one of Pennvale's four distinguished families. The Langston family owned a chain of hospitals, so Michael had decided to study medicine. Ordinary people would never have been able to see him. He became Shane's personal physician only because of their good relationship.

"Get lost." Shane gave him a cold glare.

Michael was not afraid and continued to tease him, "Oh, I almost forgot. You now have a young wife. She looks very pretty, so fresh that you could squeeze water out of her…"

Even a playboy like him, who had seen all sorts of women, was mesmerized by her.

He was still savoring her beauty when he glanced over and suddenly felt Shane's cold eyes staring at him. "Don't you dare do anything to her," Shane warned him

"Why not? Have you fallen in love with her?" Michael asked.

He knew Shane's personality very well. He was never seduced by nor interested in any woman, so how could he be interested in a little lass he had only met once?

Shane did not answer.

That little lass his family had bought for him to marry was such a klutz that he had wanted to chase her away, but…

....

Michael was already used to Shane's mood swings. When Shane did not reply, he decided to stop teasing him and to get down to talking about serious business instead. "I have finished your checkup. There is still some poison left inside of you, but as long as you continue to take the medicine I prescribed, you should recover completely in another month or two."

"Ok," Shane replied coolly.

"By the way, how has your sleep been recently? Do you need me to prescribe more sleeping pills?" Michael asked.

Shane had such serious insomnia that he could lie awake for several nights. Luckily, he had such a good constitution that he could still handle his heavy workload. However, the lack of sleep made his temper grow worse.

"No need," his deep-set eyes moved slightly.

Although he was extremely unhappy that the little lass had treated him as a pillow last night, he'd actually slept very soundly when she hugged him.

…

After Wynonna picked up Charles from prison, they went to Pennvale First Hospital.

Her grandfather, Samuel Long, had been bedridden for many years. Recently, he needed a major surgery that would cost a huge sum of money. The amount they needed was one million dollars, the exact amount that the Muller family had been willing to pay.

On their way, because the chauffeur was present, Charles waited till they had gotten out of the car before he asked, "Winnie, tell me honestly, how is the Muller family treating you? Have they mistreated you?"

"Actually, I haven't met the other family members yet. But Mr. and Mrs. Muller have been very kind to me," Wynonna answered honestly.

"That's good." Charles felt a little more relieved.

"Daddy, go ahead and talk to Grandpa. I'll go to the counter to pay and arrange a time for the surgery." Wynonna stopped in the lobby.

All surgeries had to be scheduled, so she wanted to arrange for it as soon as possible and try to get a good specialist.

"Alright," Charles nodded and walked on ahead.

There was a long line at the counter. Wynonna took a number and sat on a chair while waiting.

She did not expect to meet Amanda here.

Amanda wore a long, white Chanel dress with a diamond-studded pair of high heels. With a snobbish attitude, she asked, "So, have you raised enough money for your grandfather's operation?"

Wynonna ignored her. She had knelt in the heavy rain in front of Amanda's house to beg her family to help her raise this money, but they'd been unmoved and remained in their house, chatting and drinking tea.

Being snubbed by her, Amanda snickered at her in disdain. "Come on, we're cousins. I'm here today to give you a chance to ask me for money. Zing Coal Mining's boss, Mr. Loo, is willing to spend one million dollars for you to be his mistress. Ordinary people cannot offer this amount. You have already fallen from grace. You should stop putting on an act and grab any chance you get."

She was always worried that Louis had not gotten over Wynonna, so she wanted to get rid of Wynonna as quickly as possible.

Just then, the person at the counter called out for Wynonna, and she stood up and walked past Amanda without looking at her once.

"That will be a total of one million dollars, thank you," said the employee, and they politely held out the machine for Wynonna to swipe her card.

"Alright," said Wynonna as she took out the bank card, paid the bill, and scheduled the surgery.

Amanda stood close enough to overhear their conversation. Seeing Wynonna pay one million dollars for the surgery upfront felt like a slap to her face!

At that moment, she received a photo on her phone from the private investigator she had hired to follow Louis.

The photo showed Louis and Wynonna entangled with each other under a big tree…

Amanda's fingers curled tighter around her cellphone. She saw Wynonna walking back with the receipt and immediately stepped forward, grabbed her wrist, and asked, "Wynonna, you shameless bitch. Where did this one million dollars come from?"

"Do I need to report to you? Who do you think you are?" Wynonna retorted and shook herself free. She laughed at her scornfully.

"You must have shamelessly pestered Louis for the money!" Amanda stopped her again and more loudly said, "Louis is now mine, but you still keep on pestering him! How much more shameless can you get that you would want to snatch your own cousin's boyfriend?"

She spoke in an aggressive manner as if she were in the right, forgetting that she had wrecked their relationship by coming between them before becoming Louis' girlfriend.

"Excuse me, he came looking for me first and shamelessly offered to pay me to be his mistress," said Wynonna. She curled up her lips, lifted her chin up a little, and said, "You can't keep your man in check, yet you are blaming me?"

This was exactly what Amanda had said to her when she'd snatched Louis away. Now she was giving it back!

"You're lying! You're trying to ruin our relationship, I won't fall for it!" Amanda remembered those words she had once said to Wynonna, and her triumphant smile instantly disappeared.

"You don't believe me?" Wynonna raised her eyebrows, her smile becoming more charming.

"You can call and ask him yourself," she continued.

They had teamed up to betray her. She would never let their relationship go smoothly.

Amanda took out her cell phone from her bag straight away but paused just before dialing Louis' number.

"Why aren't you calling him? Are you afraid?" Wynonna looked like she was waiting to watch a good show.

Amanda gripped her cell phone harder and bit her lower lip.

Because she knew that even if she were to question Louis, his answer to her would most likely be…

So she put away her cell phone, took a deep breath to calm herself down, and said to Wynonna, "If he really wanted you to be his mistress, your father wouldn't still be in prison!"

"Winnie, what's taking you so long?" At this moment, Charles walked over quickly and pulled Wynonna behind him.

He had waited for Wynonna in the ward for some time, but she'd taken so long that he thought there might have been an issue, so he went to check up on her.

"Un...Uncle Charles?" Amanda's eyes widened in surprise when she saw Charles.

No, that is impossible! Charles Sinclair should still be in prison! she lamented.

"I'm not your uncle. I don't have a niece like you!" Charles looked at her with cold eyes and warned her very sternly. "Although I have neither money nor power now, I still have my life. If you dare bully my Winnie again, I will kill you!"

After he finished saying that, he glared at her, took Wynonna by the hand, and walked away. Amanda stood rooted to the ground. It took her half a day before she regained composure, biting her lower lip the whole time.

Even though she knew full well what would happen if she were to question Louis, her heart was unwilling to take it lying down, and she could not have peace within, so she called him immediately and asked, "Louis, did you give that bitch Wynonna one million dollars, and you even released her father?"

"What are you talking about?" Louis frowned unconsciously.

"I ran into her at the hospital just now and saw her pay one million dollars for the surgery. I even saw her father!" Amanda yelled hysterically at the top of her lungs. "Have you forgotten how their family treated you? How could you forgive them so easily?"

All she got in response was the sound of the phone's busy tone.

Amanda threw her cell phone onto the floor in anger. She knew that Louis would not give her an answer, but she had not expected him to hang up on her!

At the office, Louis coldly instructed his secretary behind him, "Go and find out now who Wynonna Sinclair has been hanging out with lately."

"Yes, Mr. Young." The secretary went out to make some calls.

Ten minutes later, Louis received an email on his computer regarding Wynonna's recent activities.

He opened the email, and his deep eyes narrowed when he saw Shane Muller's name.

He recalled what Wynonna had resolutely said to him outside the prison gate.

Could it be that she would rather be with a half-dead man than with him?

There was a loud thud as he swept his black gold inlaid diamond laptop worth 250 thousand dollars onto the floor, smashing the screen. The shattered pieces reflected Louis' malicious face.