She heard him say from inside, and she opened the door, stepping in and closing it behind her.
“What’s it, Karine?”
“It’s about the Nand cooperation, sir. They sent another email.”
Just then, a message popped up on his phone. He picked it up to check and scoffed-it was from Ferdinand.
“Reject that email,” he said.
“Sir?” Karine couldn’t believe her ears. Did he just say she should reject his in-law’s email?
“Since when did your ears start hurting?” he replied, his tone sharp.
“I’m sorry, sir. I’ll reject it immediately,” she said, then quickly left.
Christian relaxed back into his swivel chair, replying to Ferdinand’s message. He typed, “Stop sending emails. I’m not interested.” After sending it, he put his phone down and refocused on his work.
Ferdinand couldn’t believe what he was seeing; it felt as though he had been punched in the face. He angrily dropped his phone on the table, so furious that he felt like breaking something. But then, he remembered what had happened during dinner night.
“Did he decide not to help me because of what my wife and daughter did? Oh, sh*t!” he cursed, jumping to his feet and storming out of the building in rage.
He found Patricia and Alice in the sitting room. Patricia was watching a movie, while Alice was on her phone. Patricia noticed someone entering and was surprised to see her husband. “Honey? You’re back already?” she asked, looking taken aback, but he ignored her and stormed toward Alice. He snatched the phone from her hand and smashed it on the floor.
“What?! My phone!” Alice screamed, looking up angrily to see her father’s raging face. “Dad!” she yelled. “What was that for?”
“Shut up!” he yelled back. “You see what you and your mother did?” He turned to Patricia, who was shocked by his actions.
“What did we do?” she asked innocently.
“Don’t ask me what you two foolishly did! He canceled the contract!” he shouted.
“What contract?” Patricia asked, confused.
“My investment contract, you dummy!” Ferdinand snapped.
Patricia gasped. “I knew it.”
“Oh, you knew that you and your jobless daughter were going to ruin this opportunity for me, right?”
“Dad!”
“Shut up!”
“Calm down, honey. We can sort this out,” Patricia said, trying to calm him.
“Oh, really? How?” he shouted at her.
“We have to get Alice to marry him. This is all Clarisse’s fault. She must have told him all kinds of lies and convinced him not to accept the contract.”
Ferdinand fell silent, and Patricia took it as a sign to continue with her plan.
“She is evil, and since she got married, she’s grown some wings. I’m sure you know that too. This opportunity was for Alice, and she stole it from her.”
“Forget all that now,” Ferdinand said. “What’s your plan?”
Patricia smirked. “My plan…”
“Before you guys talk about the plan, what about my phone?” Alice interrupted angrily.
“Shut up!” Ferdinand yelled at her before turning back to Patricia. “I’m listening. What’s your plan?”
“Ashley, Christian’s sister…”
“What about her?”
“She has just provided us with the perfect opportunity,” Patricia said, grinning as she told Ferdinand the whole plan.
Blue dragged herself to Clarisse’s room, looking pale and weak, as if life were draining out of her. She smiled as soon as she entered.
“May heaven bless this woman,” she said, sighing in relief. She was so grateful that everything had been tidied. Clarisse had done it all herself, and even when Blue tried to stop her, she wouldn’t listen. She had tidied everything again, and this time, Blue was so weak that she could barely move her muscles. She was incredibly thankful. Blue had been purging and stooling overnight and had just returned from the restroom again.
She closed the door and started to drag herself away when she began to feel dizzy. Her head was spinning, and before she knew it, her body hit the floor hard. Everything around her slowly turned black.
Clarisse was approaching her room with Clinton when they spotted Blue’s body. She rushed to her side, with Clinton following closely, and they called out to her, trying to wake her up, but there was no response. Clinton quickly dialed the emergency number, and soon, they rushed her to the hospital.
A few minutes later, while they were waiting at the receptionist desk, the doctor approached them with the information about what had happened.
“How’s she, doctor?” Clarisse and Clinton asked at the same time.
“She’s fine, but still unconscious.”
Clarisse sighed in relief. “Thank goodness,” she said, beginning to wonder if she had overworked Blue. She bowed her head in guilt.
“What happened to her, doctor?” Clinton asked.
“I overworked her. I’m sorry,” Clarisse apologized.
“No, ma’am, don’t say that. You didn’t overwork anyone,” Clinton quickly reassured her before turning back to the doctor.
“It wasn’t because of stress, actually,” the doctor began. “We found an overdose of bisacodyl and Omeprazole in her body, which is equivalent to poison. The medications shouldn’t be taken together, and it was an overdose.”
“What?! Why would she take that?” Clarisse asked, looking concerned.
“Yes, ma’am, she had taken them along with a liquid, like tea or coffee.”
“Tea or coffee?”
“Yes, if it wasn’t an intentional suicide attempt, I don’t think there’s any other reason why someone would take that.”
“Unless it was given to her, and she took it unknowingly,” Clinton reasoned.
“Then that person probably wanted her dead,” the doctor said. “Because it causes continuous stooling and purging, even when there’s no food left in her system. It weakens her to the point of passing out. Thank goodness you brought her here on time. She would have been gone by now.”
Clarisse’s heart sank, and she turned to Blue, who was lying unconscious on the hospital bed, receiving an IV drip.
“What happened, Blue?” she asked, looking worried.
Clinton joined her. “We’ll know what happened when she wakes up. It’s either someone tried to kill her, or she attempted suicide.”
Christian leaned back in his swivel chair, replying to Ferdinand’s message. He typed quickly:
“Stop sending emails, I’m not interested.”
After sending it, he dropped his phone and returned to what he was doing.
“You dare treat my woman that way and still want a collaboration? What a joke!” he thought to himself as he typed away on his laptop.
A few seconds later, the door to his office burst open, and someone rushed in, causing Christian to glare up at the rude individual.
“Surprise!!” came the annoying voice of his younger brother, followed by a loud laugh.
“What are you doing here?” Christian asked, frowning.
“C’mon, brother, don’t ruin the moment. I was just passing by and thought it’d be rude not to greet the king,” Gael said, casually taking a seat across from him. He was dressed in white pants, a black T-shirt, a grey hoodie, and black sneakers. His hair was neatly combed, and he looked well-kept, though his demeanor was as rough as ever.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
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