A Beauty With Multiple Masks
Puzzled, Susanne raised an eyebrow at the young lady “Why would I need a physician? I’m not sick.”
“Wait a second. You don’t know?” Wendy was surprised to learn of the woman’s cluelessness.
Even though Wendy heard the news from somebody else too, she found it hard to believe that Mrs.
Nightshire, a member of the Nightshire family, would be oblivious to the Soir Coffee incident. Is Mrs.
Nightshire not involved in the family business at all? If that’s the case, that means Vinson has complete
control of the Nightshire Group. How will she convince Vinson to marry me then? The woman has no
power or control over Vinson at all!
After recollecting herself, Wendy kept things simple to brief Susanne on the situation. The woman’s
expression went from looking surprised to anxiety-filled after listening to Wendy.
“Why the hell did that stupid boy keep something as serious as this from me?” Susanne could no longer
keep her frustration in.
“Mrs. Nightshire, is the Nightshire Group managed by Vinson alone? Don’t you share some of the
responsibilities too?” inquired Wendy, trying to probe for information.
Feeling a little embarrassed, Susanne cleared her throat before answering, “I wouldn’t be much help
anyway. Plus, he’s the one who inherited all his father’s assets after the man passed away. Why would I
bother myself with work when I can enjoy my retirement?”
When her worst fear had been confirmed, Wendy’s face turned pale as a sheet. Susanne has no
authority in the Nightshire Group at all. Besides being Vinson’s mother, she has no leverage whatsoever
to force Vinson to marry me. Damn it! That means it’s still up to Vinson to decide if I get to marry into the
Nightshire family.
Wendy’s face quickly hardened at the thought of that, but Susanne was too busy trying to call Vinson to
notice it.
As soon as the call went through, Susanne could hear the person on the other end hang up on her.
Ever since Vinson lost his father, he had been treating Susanne that way, and she was already used to it.
However, Susanne could not accept being treated that way in front of Wendy.
“Damn it! How dare you hang up on me!” Annoyed, Susanne immediately made another call to Vinson,
and the man finally answered that time.
“Why did you hang up on me, Vin?”
“I was busy. Anything I can help you with?” responded Vinson coldly.
“You’re busy with Soir Coffee, aren’t you?” Susanne then softened the tone of her voice. “Wendy just told
me about what happened. She said that she knows a well respected physician in Horington who can
help. Let me go get him and see if he can save the dying patient. This is the food and beverage industry
we’re talking about here. We can’t let anyone die because of what they consumed at our place.”
Getting more anxious, Wendy begged Susanne to pass her the phone. “Please, Mrs. Nightshire, let me
speak to Vin.”
“Fine. You talk to him then.”
The second she put the phone to her ear, Wendy blurted everything out as fast as she could. “Vin, the
physician I know is not just any regular physician. My mother said that he’s specialized in ancient
Chanaean medicine and that he’s extraordinarily talented. The physician just so happens to owe my
family a favor, so if you need him, I can…”
“I don’t need him,” interrupted Vinson before Wendy could finish stating her offer.
With that, Wendy’s face stiffened even more as she clenched her fists. “I know you don’t like me, Vin. But
you have to admit that things are getting out of hand. Even my entire class was talking about it. Soir
Coffee will be in deep trouble if that person dies, and you know it. Can you please just set aside your
prejudice against me for once and let me help you?”
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