"What did Mom say to Joseph?" Zofia blinked.
Bertie frowned at her words.
"I wasn't there at that time, but I think Joseph might have changed his mind. Our mother saved his life,
so he won't ignore you." Bertie frowned again. "As long as you give it another try, there might be a
chance that he is persuaded."
With that, Bertie handed his sister a glass of scarlet wine.
Zofia lowered her eyes and slowly smiled.
Holding the wine glass and wearing high heels, she walked towards Joseph's table.
Many doctors and professors respected Marshall Group as a patron. Besides, Zofia was also an intern.
She gradually became familiar with many professors through this meeting.
"Dr. Marshall, you really did hard work this time." A young doctor approached her.
Since Zofia was also strikingly good-looking, many more people came to greet her.
"It's you who have worked so hard and done us a great favor," Zofia replied while having one eye on
Joseph.
Seeing him stand up, Zofia gently pushed away the man in front of her and walked towards him.
"Joseph." Zofia gave him a bright smile.
Joseph's expression was cold as usual. He nodded and prepared to leave.
However, Zofia still stood in his way. In the next second, her glass suddenly collided and she moved
her hand backwards. As a result, most of the wine was poured onto her evening dress.
"Joseph ... I'm sorry." Zofia' face turned pale and she felt chilly all over the body. Subconsciously, she
leaned against Joseph's body.
Many of the surrounding guests looked over. Joseph took off his jacket and draped it over her body.
Then he said softly, "Go to change first."
"My room isn't here..." Zofia looked at him with frustration.
"Let Bertie send you back."
After saying that, Joseph left directly.
Zofia bit her lips yet continued to follow him. She even bore to tear off her dress.
"Joseph, could you let me go up while waiting for my brother? He can't leave yet." Zofia's voice was
pitiful and provocative.
Joseph glanced at her dress and frowned.
His cold eyes fell on her again. Zofia said, "Didn't you say that I'm your sister? Can't you just take care
of your sister..."
"Follow me." Joseph turned around.
Zofia smiled secretly.
At this moment, Kathy had just arrived at the Donsen Hotel. She was about to call Joseph when she
saw Zofia in a jacket following him into the elevator.
Zofia saw Kathy the moment the elevator door was about to close slowly.
A smile lifted the corner of her mouth.
Upon reaching the top floor, Zofia tactfully said, "I've already informed my brother. He'll come to pick
me up in half an hour. Do you have any clothes for me to change?"
"No, let Bertie bring your clothes." Joseph's voice was calm and unperturbed.
Zofia nodded and sat on the sofa, her gaze following Joseph.
He sat at his desk and looked at his phone, thinking that Kathy probably hadn't arrived yet.
He started to deal with some work and didn't say a word to Zofia.
"Joseph, my brother's here. I'm leaving." Zofia received a call from her brother and approached
Joseph.
"OK."
Zofia had been used to Joseph's indifference. She went into the bathroom and stayed there for quite a
while before leaving the room.
Kathy had already arrived at the corridor.
Zofia was still wearing Joseph's coat. However, there were a few hickeys on her neck that were not
obvious but could be seen with care.
Seeing Kathy, she curled her lip.
"You're looking for Joseph?" Zofia's voice was kind of provocative.
Kathy saw the marks on Zofia's neck at a single glance. Her face turned kind of pale.
She was thinking that Zofia was wearing Joseph's coat and had just come out of his room...
"Yes, I'm here for him," she said calmly.
However, his mind was already in turmoil.
"He has business to attend to. I think you'd better not disturb him." With that, Zofia brushed past Kathy.
Her body seemed to smell of masculine hormones.
Kathy's face turned even paler. She could barely stand and had to lean against the wall.
Watching Zofia leaving, Kathy wanted to step forward and question her about what she had done with
Joseph just now.
However, her throat seemed to have been pinched and she was unable to make a sound at all.
Now she no longer wanted to meet Joseph. She came down and saw John. He asked, "Ms Kathy,
aren't you looking for Mr Joseph?"
"I have something to deal with in City N."
Then Kathy almost ran out. Not far away, Zofia stood beside the car. Kathy pursed her lips and stepped
forward.
"Kathy, I know you want to ask if Joseph and I did that just now." Wearing her high heels, Zofia was
slightly taller than Kathy, and her gaze was condescending.
Kathy smiled coldly. "You've got what you want."
Whether they did it or not, she felt quite uncomfortable now.
She kept telling herself that she should trust Joseph.
"What I want? Kathy, I want far more than that. I really hate you for Joseph likes you. I hate myself for
being your previous friend. It was you who stole my man."
"So, are you taking revenge on me now? You deliberately created such an illusion to make me
misunderstand. Zofia, you're insane," Kathy said in a deep voice.
Within the previous minute, Kathy had thought a lot.
She had thought if they really did it. Then she realized she shouldn't have thought about the
assumption.
It was impossible.
Joseph would never betray her. Never.
"Revenge? Kathy, I don't want to be your enemy, as long as you return Joseph to me. Return him to
me! Let me tell you something. Joseph wasn't willing to do it just now, but I drugged him." Zofia's voice
was a little hysterical.
She was risking it.
If she couldn't make Joseph give up, then she must dishearten Kathy!
Hearing this, Kathy suppressed her emotions with difficulty. She clenched her hands and bit her lips
tightly.
Drug.
Indeed, there was nothing Zofia wouldn't do now.
She looked at the torn hem of Zofia's dress, which was also drenched. It was hard not to wonder the
cause of this.
"Believe it or not, I've slept with him. At least we're equal now."
Kathy looked at Zofia coldly. In the next second, she raised her hand and slapped her in the face.
It was probably because she had truly regarded Zofia as a good friend that now she was so
disappointed in her.
Even though Kathy knew that perhaps the current Zofia was her true self.
"Joseph owes the Marshall family a debt of gratitude. He won't leave me." Zofia touched her face and
the hatred in her eyes was getting stronger.
In the next second, she raised her hand to slap Kathy's face, only to find her wrist grabbed by a faster
hand.
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