The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



Yannick had personally planted the fake pills in the storeroom, and Yannick himself said that there was no mistaking it.

But it had already been ten minutes since the inspection group left-Yannick should have found the fake pills by now and returned, proving his accusations against Zamri Hospital.

Could he have forgotten where he put it and had to search for it?

Even as his doubts gnawed, Fredo continued waiting, sweating dripping down his brow.

Then, after twenty minutes, he decided that he had waited long enough.

However, just as he was about to lead his own men to assist with the inspection, there was a rush of footsteps down the hallway.

"Hehehe... Well, they're back!"

Fredo smiled smugly when he saw that Yannick was leading the group.

It had taken some time, but their conspiracy was a success anyway! Zamri Hospital was history now!

Be that as it may, while Fredo was busy basking in wild delight, he suddenly realized that Yannic's face was pale, and he was empty-handed.

In fact, he looked like his soul had just left his body and was muttering to himself, "B-But I remember... it was inside the storeroom... Why did it disappear?"

Then, he looked up and saw Frank smiling as he stood at the center of the lobby, his heart skipping a beat.

"So, Yannick Jorst, former head coroner of Zamri Hospital."

Frank said, "Did you find any of the fake pills you promised were kept in the storeroom?"

Yannick was certainly left stumped, but he soon pointed at Frank and snapped in a frenzy, "I-I know!"

As everyone toned toward Yannick

at his outburst, he pointed between Frank and Winter as he bellowed, "Y-You must've hidden the fake pills! You fired me because I was going to tell on you, so you've hidden them to cover your asses!"

"Honestly, Mr. Jorst..."

Frank was rubbing his temples as he chuckled exasperatedly. "You were fired for abusing your position. And about the fake pills... Do you mind me asking which department you were working in before?"

"The morgue!" Yannick bellowed right then.

"Exactly. The morgue."

Frank clapped as if applauding before laughing out loud. "First of all, Zamri Hospital doesn't need to stoop to using fake pills. Secondly, even if we did..."

Pausing, he grinned as all the patients and armed officers looked on. "What does the morgue have to do with it?"

"Eh?' Yannick was left utterly dumbfounded by Frank's question.

At the same time, many of the patients soon came to the same realization.

"Right! What would the morgue have anything to do with pills?"

"Isn't that where they keep dead bodies?"This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Hearing the crowd getting vocal about their doubts, Frank chuckled. "I mean, we could've been providing corpses with fake pills. They'd be screaming in pain because we swapped their medication with painkillers."

Frank's joke left the crowd laughing themselves silly, while Yannick's face flushed.

Clenching his fists, he stammered, "I-I may work at the morgue, but I've been working here for a long time! I've heard rumors that the hospital was using fake pills for a while now!"