When she went out, Vivianne saw David still pacing up and down outside.However, she now found the sight of him even more annoying than before.He was a Salmasian, but he had changed his name to a dumb Mothecan name like "David" and given up the name his ancestors had given him. Not only that, but his medical skills were miles behind Frederick's.When David saw her, he hurriedly came up to her. "Vivianne, was that conman doctor of alternative medicine unable to do anything?"Her expression darkened. The patients had already recovered, and naturally, she would not let David use this excuse to approach her. "Don't address me like that in the future. No, just don't ever let me see you again."She added, "Even if Frederick couldn't heal them, so what? Neither could you. I'll transfer the patients soon."Vivianne could not allow the patients to remain in the hospital or to be discharged at once. If she did so, they would not be able to hide the fact that the curse had been lifted.
Rows of red rashes bloomed across David's arm with no rhyme or rhythm. He almost blacked out at the sight of them. He felt like the sky was collapsing on him. As a doctor, he could easily tell that this was indeed a symptom of syphilis.There hadn't been anything on his arm when he'd showered that morning!David started furiously rubbing the rashes as he muttered, "It can't be. It can't be! They have to be fake."When the rashes stayed in place no matter how hard he rubbed them, he started scratching them manically. It only took a while for his arm to become bloody.Vivianne was incredibly disgusted when she saw this. She wanted to pull Frederick away with her, but David happened to look up and see them.The woman he loved was there to see him finding out he had syphilis. There was no way she would fall for him now. He seemed to lose his mind at that thought.He swung his bloodied hands at her face—there was a 90% chance of one getting infected if the blood of a syphilis patient
Meanwhile, Wade stood in Mitchell's hospital room, looking pissed. Mitchell said anxiously, "Wade, I only had the guts to work with you to switch out the high-quality herbs for bad-quality ones so we could sell them for a quick buck because you told me the Danbury family wouldn't sue my sister."The Danbury family's coming after Pris for this now. If she finds out I switched out the Danbury family's herbs, there's no way she'll let me have anything to do with the company anymore."Ever since Priscilla had allowed Mitchell to start getting involved in the company's operations, Wade had lured him into secretly switching out the good stuff for the bad. Mitchell had earned a lot from doing this for the past two years. If Priscilla were to ban Mitchell from having anything to do with the company, he'd be out of a significant source of income. How could he stand it when he'd already gotten used to a lavish lifestyle?Wade pondered the matter. Two years ago, he'd inadvertently found
Frederick didn't think he was doing Priscilla wrong—there were indeed problems with the herbs. He was only being honest in listing the issues. As for the reason behind the bad-quality herbs suddenly appearing in Priscilla's company … that was something for her to look into.This incident would also be an alarm bell for Priscilla. There had to be some sort of problem with her company for something like this to happen.Soon, Frederick was done listing the herbs' problems. Vivianne's eyes lit up when she took the notebook from him. His handwriting was strong, steady, and neat. It was terrific handwriting!But before she could compliment him, a car honked at them from across the road. Vivianne looked up to see it was Priscilla's car. She said to Frederick, "I'm gonna go meet your ex-wife. Wait here for me."She got out of the car and strutted sexily over to Priscilla's car. Frederick watched her leave, shaking his head slightly and sighing.Across the road, Priscilla had been eyeing V
Before Priscilla could look closer at the notebook, Grace snatched it from her and tore out the page Frederick had written on. Then, she ripped the page to shreds.With Vivianne's temper, there was no way she would stand for that. She was so mad that her finger trembled as she pointed it at Grace. "Why, you … How dare you rip my evidence to shreds!"After being a secretary for a few years, Grace thought she was good enough to be equal to Vivianne. She stuck her hands on her hips and snarled, "What, it's evidence just because you say it is? I bet you just got someone to scribble some things on there."Don't think I don't know what you're up to, Vivianne. You think Priscilla's stolen your thunder because of how well she's done in recent years. You're trying to frame us for something we didn't do!"Vivianne was so mad that even her lips started trembling. For a second, she was lost for words. Without Frederick, Theodore, and the Monroe family's support, Priscilla would never have gott
Priscilla hadn't gotten a good look earlier, but she was sure the handwriting belonged to Frederick.Vivianne merely smiled mysteriously. "My boyfriend wrote it for me. What's wrong with it?"Priscilla unfurled her furrowed brows. Since Vivianne's boyfriend was the one who'd written the note, it couldn't be Frederick. "Well, how authentic are the things your boyfriend wrote?"Vivianne said proudly, "He's a miracle doctor with amazing medical skills. He can treat any disease, no matter how complex or rare it is."Priscilla shook her head lightly. "Regardless, he's not from a professional body. Don't you think it's a little immature of you to accuse us of providing you with bad-quality herbs based on a note he wrote?"Vivianne was taken aback by this. Earlier, she'd been so pissed by Priscilla accusing her over the phone that she'd only thought about getting Frederick to list the issues with the herbs so she could argue with Priscilla. She'd forgotten about the authenticity of the n
"You … you …" Priscilla's finger trembled as she pointed it at Vivianne, who'd turned and left.Grace saw that something was wrong with her. She asked, "What's wrong, Pris?"Priscilla was so mad that she stammered over her words. "She's the woman that I heard during the call with Frederick."Grace looked astonished. "Wait, she was with Frederick? Doesn't that mean they—"Before she could finish, Vivianne opened the car door. Through it, they saw that Frederick was indeed seated in the passenger seat. Grace cried, "It really is him!"Meanwhile, Frederick had also seen them. He only spared them a glance, though. There was nothing between him and Priscilla anymore, and Priscilla suspected him of so many things. He didn't want to have anything more to do with her.Vivianne turned to see Priscilla looking as pale as a sheet. She smiled smugly before shutting the door and speeding off.Just then, Wade arrived in a hurry. He pretended not to know what had happened and asked about the s
Wade nodded vigorously. "I heard from Mrs. Miller about the woman who hit Mitchell. At the time, I found her description familiar but couldn't link it to anyone. Now that you've mentioned Vivianne, everything's just clicked. It's her!"And if not for the Danbury family being so influential, do you think any Tom, Dick, or Harry would dare to just hit someone like that?"Priscilla frowned. Wade's words were persuasive, but she couldn't help feeling hesitant. "But why would Frederick want to do this to me? And would Vivianne really be interested in someone like him?"Grace took the opportunity to "analyze" the situation while fanning the flames. "I bet it's because he's holding a grudge against you for the divorce. Since he can't have you, he wants to destroy you."He hates your company—you divorced him because your company's become more powerful now. Besides, think about how good an actor he is. Didn't you marry him back in the day because you thought he wasn't too bad?"Grace's wor
Mary's case was the most severe, while Ivan's symptoms were the mildest, and Frederick could roughly deduce the sequence of transmissions among them. It was clear that Mary infected Nigel, who then passed it to Kimberly, then finally passed it to Ivan. Frederick also saw that Ivan was actually a decent person who unfortunately ended up being betrayed and infected. However, Nigel was primarily worried that Ivan might start trusting Frederick, as he wanted Ivan to believe in his capabilities to carry out his plan.Originally, he intended for Mary to insult Frederick for being poor and unskilled, but she ended up attacking him for having an unpleasant odor, which backfired when Frederick exposed her for contracting syphilis. Now, Nigel had no choice but to take matters into his own hands, he then said to Frederick, "Hehe, Frederick. We all know Ivy is a director, what exactly do you do to be worthy of her?"Nigel assumed that Frederick was just a low-level salesperson, something
Hearing Frederick's words, Kimberly jumped with joy and stopped crying. While wiping her tears, she pointed at Mary, laughing and said, "You're covered in syphilis, yet you're making fun of me.""Slut, I wonder how many people you've slept with!" After being pointed and insulted, Mary was furious and she was ready to fight Kimberly. "You bitch! I am going to teach you a lesson!" At this moment, Nigel felt terrible. If Mary was diseased, he'd be the first victim. He grabbed Mary and shouted, "Bitch, let me teach you a lesson first. Now I know why you always wanted the lights off! I thought you were shy, but you just didn't want me to find out."In a fit of anger, Nigel slapped Mary hard across the face. Just as Mary was about to explain, she was interrupted by another slap. Holding her face, she yelled angrily, "Nigel, how dare you hit me?! Do you want me to expose all your little schemes and tricks?"Nigel froze in horror; if Mary exposed him, it would have been disastrous.
Kimberly heard her laughter, and body odor had always been a sensitive issue for her; a wound she'd tried to cover up over the years. For Frederick to bring it up in front of everyone felt like rubbing salt into an open wound. Yet what hurt even more was Mary's laughter; as a fellow woman, it felt like salt to the wound, then roasting it. Kimberly was furious, pointed at Mary and said, "What are you laughing at? Do you want me to come over there and shut you up?"Mary felt wronged, she had only let out a reflexive laugh, but now Kimberly's anger was directed at her. "Did I laugh at you? What proof do you have that I laughed at you?""You're the one with body odor, yet you're taking it out on others. You're such an unreasonable woman!"Kimberly grew even angrier after hearing Mary's retort. "You're the one with body odor, your whole family has it!" "Look at what you're wearing, it's like you just threw on two pillowcases. You're a shameless woman, just trying to show off t
When everyone heard Ivy's words, they laughed even more. Her words effectively confirmed that Frederick did indeed have an unpleasant odor. It wasn't entirely her fault as Kimberly's words had been a bit of a trap. "Haha, if you smell, just take a shower and don't embarrass yourself here.""With all that cheap stuff on, no wonder he has a smell."Hearing this, Frederick simply gave a slight smile and then asked Mary and Kimberly, "Are two really that fragrant?"Mary and Kimberly lifted their heads proudly after hearing Frederick's words. "Why don't you ask everyone here, ask them if we smell good or not?""Exactly, go ahead and ask."Both of them considered themselves beautiful, and of course, they would smell pleasant. The men around them quickly chimed in, especially those eager to admire Mary, who was dressed in a way that gave them a bit of eye candy. "Of course, they smell good. How could these two beautiful ladies not smell good?""Hehe, Frederick with his cheap, th
In a hidden corner, Nigel said to Mary, "Damn it, that bumpkin Frederick keeps stealing my spotlight. I am worried that our plan won't go well later.""You should help me humiliate him properly, and Ivan's girlfriend will back you up."Mary pursed her lips and said to Nigel, "Every time something comes up, you just ask me to handle it. My bag hasn't been bought yet, and you've lost 300 thousand dollars"Although Nigel was annoyed by Mary hitting a sore spot, he kept his tone calm and replied, "Help me humiliate Frederick and talk him down in front of Ivan. After that, leave the rest to me. Once it's done, I'll get you more than one bag, I could get you ten bags and it wouldn't be a problem. I don't care about that small amount of money. You saw that Porsche just now, right? I wouldn't mind burning it if I had to." Hearing this, Mary was delighted and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, babe." She hadn't realized that Nigel was so wealthy and even had a Porsche. Up until th
Knowing Martin as someone who knew a lot about wood, everyone immediately looked as though they were ready for a good show. They were convinced that the Saint George statue couldn’t possibly be made of anything valuable.Martin let out a strange exclamation. "What the hell!"Kimberly, thinking that Martin was angry, quickly said, "Mr. Lawson, tell us what’s so disastrous about this wood. Are you saying it’s just a piece of junk?"Contrary to expectations, Martin replied angrily, "I’m saying that whoever preserved this Saint George statue was a jerk. This is genuine sandalwood, and yet it’s completely neglected, covered in dust."Most of the group had no idea what sandalwood was worth, but judging by the name alone, it sounded impressive.Kimberly asked curiously, "Mr. Lawson, are you saying this is really antique wood?"Martin examined the statue carefully, scrutinizing every detail. "Judging by the texture, this carving must have been made at least 150 years ago."Everyone was
"The Saint George statue was indeed a fitting choice for a karaoke." Nigel chuckled, turning to Ivy.“Why didn’t you just go on Amazon and buy a new one for a few dozen bucks? This one is obviously second-hand. Or was it picked up from some junk stall?”Frederick heard Nigel’s mockery and nodded in agreement, a faint smile on his lips. “You’re not wrong. This statue actually was picked up from a street stall.”“At the Treasure Hall in the antique trade market, no less. And yes, it’s an antique.”The truth was, the statue was from the Victorian era. Even the owner of Treasure Hall, Dominic, had recognized its age but dismissed it as worthless, tossing it onto a stall outside.Frederick had picked it up casually, thinking it would come in handy one day, and now it was the perfect gift for Ivan.Hearing this, Nigel burst out laughing, clutching his stomach. “An antique? Treasure Hall? You’re really trying to fool us.”Kimberly chimed in, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she glance
The group’s attention was fully captured by Frederick’s words, their eyes all on him. Nigel, knowing that Kimberly had informed Ivy at the last minute and that she likely didn’t have a gift, sneered at Frederick."Well, if you’ve got a gift, go ahead and show it.""Considering Ivy and Kimberly’s relationship, the gift should be pretty decent, right?"Everyone was now staring at Frederick with anticipation, curious to see what kind of gift he could produce.Ivy, on the other hand, was completely flustered. She hadn’t handed any gift to Frederick, though she understood he was trying to help her out of a tough spot. But wasn’t this making things even more awkward?Nigel continued to press him, "Where’s the gift? Come on, take it out already.""After all this time, you still can’t take it out. Don’t tell me you don’t even have one."Frederick glanced at Nigel with a calm smile. "Oh? Are you planning to bet 300 grand with me again?"Nigel froze. There was no way he had another 300 t
Ivan was deeply moved, feeling as though all the unpleasantness from their school days had been swept away. A sense of childhood nostalgia, unique to old classmates, welled up within him.The crowd continued to shower Nigel with praise, giving him thumbs up one after another."A gift worth 10 grand is no small amount. Nigel is truly generous.""That’s right. These days, even classmates hesitate to prepare gifts, but Nigel has shown such generosity.."Most of the attendees had come because of their connection with Kimberly. Each had prepared gifts with costs ranging from a few hundred dollars. Compared to Nigel’s grandiose gift worth 10 thousand, their contributions paled in comparison.Hearing the compliments, Nigel waved his hand dismissively, feigning modesty. "It’s nothing, really. After all, Ivan and I are good friends from way back."Then, Nigel’s expression shifted slightly as he added, "Speaking of good friends, I’m sure it’s not just me and Ivan here who share a special b