The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



Since they had to be quick, the truck engine was not turned off.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

And as soon as he got into the truck, Yannick spun the wheel while flooring the gas pedal, sending the truck bounding straight toward the shadow.

"You made me do this! Die!"

He bellowed savagely as the truck closed in on the fleeing shadow, and as she turned in panic, he actually saw her face.

"It was her?!"

Yannick did a double take since he recognized the face—she was one of the journalists who had been anonymously tipped by Carlo Group to check out Zamri Hospital earlier today.

But now that she had found out about his plot, Yannick could not allow her to run and rat him out.

Otherwise, the commissioner's plan would be foiled, and even he would be fucked!

"Blame your own bad luck. You could've looked anywhere else, but you had to hide in that storeroom and see what we were doing!"

Smirking savagely, Yannick jammed his foot harder on the gas pedal.

Jolie could actually hear the thundering rumble of an engine closing in on her.

She turned, and under the blinding glare of the truck headlights, she spotted a savage but familiar face on the driver's seat even as she fled. "Isn't that...?"

"Die!"

Even as the truck's engine bellowed as it shot forward, Jolie ultimately failed to outrun it because of her twisted ankle.

She was sent flying amid the violent screeching of the truck's brakes and landed on the alley's floor unconscious, blood slowly flowing away from her. Seeing that, the people around the kiosks screamed and started to crowd around her.

"Move!" Yannick barked at the grunts, knowing that it was not the time for them to hang around, with the oncoming crowd.

Vroom!

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The truck's engine rumbled as it sped away, and all the grunts leapt inside while quickly closing the shutters of the storeroom and fled without looking back.

Bang!

Winter had slammed her hand on her desk even as she exclaimed, "What? A journalist died behind our hospital?!"

She had come to work in the morning as usual and was told the bad news even before she took her seat. "No, she's not dead yet..."

The attending physician on duty last

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night and reporting the case was wiping sweat off his brow. "The crash disłocated her ribcage and shattered multiple ribs, some of which are puncturing her heart and lungs. It's a miracle that she survived and wasn't declared dead on the spot."

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"No, that's not what I'm asking..."

Still, Winter soon calmed down and pressed on. "Why was the journalist run down behind the hospital? Do you know who did it?"

"We're not sure..."

The attending physician replied

awkwardly, "It's the police who

rushed her here, and they're

looking for the culprit. But things are dire for the patient, look..."

Winter was young, but thanks to Frank training her in traditional Draconian medicine, she had successfully performed many complicated surgeries.

As such, she had earned the acknowledgement by every doctor in Zamri Hospital.

In fact, the attending physician had mainly come to her because he was not confident about saving the patient and was seeking Winter's help.