Just as Summer Shawcross was at a loss, ready to speak and continue asking... suddenly, a sharp pain struck her chest.

Summer Shawcross froze in the chair, and the expression on her face changed...

"What’s wrong with you?" Noticing her discomfort, Sherry stood up in alarm, hurriedly asking her.

Summer reached out, clutching her chest...

Since just moments ago, a pang of pain had suddenly spread from her heart, followed by... that unbearable sensation, like being bitten by a thousand ants, crawling all over her body.

Summer’s face instantly turned pale.

"It hurts..." she bit her lip, unable to speak a complete sentence.

The pain came too quickly, making it nearly impossible for her to breathe.

Hearing her say it hurt, Sherry’s face immediately changed, and she quickly stood up to grab her phone and make a call, while Summer leaned on the chair, her body finally giving way, and she collapsed to one side.

...

—Bang!

...

Her body slumped, and she fell onto the carpet.

...

Deep into the night.

The small room was suddenly filled with people.

The leading man, dressed in a solemn black suit, stood by the bedside.

Behind him stood several bodyguards along with some doctors and nurses.

The man stood there straight, looking down with his eyes firmly fixed on the woman lying unconscious on the bed, her face bloodless.

His handsome face was clouded, expression cold and harsh...

His deep black eyes now exuded an intense chill!

Beside her, Sherry stood there, looking guilty.

"I’m sorry, boss..."

She hadn’t anticipated that the girl would collapse after fasting for less than a day.

After Sherry finished speaking, the expression on the man’s face grew even colder.

"I am very disappointed in you." His sharp, icy voice slowly resounded.

His voice contained no explicit words of blame yet was full of reproach!

However, as soon as his voice fell, Sherry’s face turned pale.

"I didn’t care for her well, but she also kept deliberately opposing me..." Her head lowered, she dared not meet the man’s eyes, but her voice was full of helplessness.

After listening to Sherry, the man didn’t speak, merely lowered his eyes, intently watching the woman lying on the bed.

He already knew about the events of the past two days, and though he knew she initially caused trouble on purpose, he couldn’t help but be angry.

In such a large place, with so many people, they couldn’t even care for a single woman properly.

Thinking of this, a tinge of dissatisfaction appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, doctors and nurses behind him approached, carrying several empty syringes.

The man didn’t lift his eyes to the doctors, instead, suddenly unbuttoned his suit, tossed it to a nearby bodyguard, then rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, exposing his muscular arm to the doctor.

The nurse wiped the man’s arm with an alcohol swab to disinfect it, and then the doctor inserted the syringe needle into his skin.

Soon, the bright red blood was being drawn out, bit by bit.

The man stood there expressionless, letting them draw his blood, as if it wasn’t even his blood.

After one vial was drawn, they started on the second, then the third...

Yet the man remained perfectly still, showing no sign of displeasure, not even furrowing his brows once throughout.