However, some of them were only there to see Alex go down with humiliation, especially
Clarence. After being slapped by Wallace, he couldnât hold in his anger.
âThat Rockefeller guy must be a liar.
Heâs really skilled in his tricks. I have no idea how
he managed to trick Mr. Yoke.â He said, visibly annoyed. He walked over to the two
middle-aged men who came with Wallace and asked, âDo you know anything about that
guy?â
The two men were Wallaceâs apprentices, and they were just as confused as well, as
they have never seen Alex before. On the contrary, their master had always treated
them harshly, supposedly as part of the training. Yet here he was, showing such
adoration toward a young man, and they found it unacceptable.
One of them shook their
heads. âThis is the first time weâre meeting him. We didnât know that our country had
such a young, capable expert.â
Clarence said, âThen I was right.
This guy must have used some sort of trick and fooled
Mr. Yoke. He couldâve used voodoo for all we know, like, hypnosis.â
Everyone was puzzled, as everything felt too unreal. What felt even more surreal was to
see Wallace referring to Alex as âSir.â Even the best doctors in the hospital couldnât
come to terms with this at all.
Noticing Cheryl coming out of the ward, the entire group of doctors rushed over.
âMs. Coney, whatâs going on now? Have Mr. Wallace and that doctor, Rockefeller,
thought of a way to save the victims?â Lucifer asked.
Cheryl nodded and waved the piece of paper in her hand. âAlex just prescribed some
medicine, so Iâll be printing this out for the pharmacists to start the decoction. Alex said
to have this done as soon as possible.â
âLet me have a look!â Clarence snatched the piece of paper out of Cherylâs hand.
This had upset Cheryl gravely.
Just then, Clarence smiled coldly. âThis isnât prescribed by Rockefeller. Mr. Yoke
prescribed it!
Look here, Mr. Yoke even wrote his signature at the bottom! Cheryl, I have
no idea whatâs wrong with you. How could you be so blind? Did that liar really hypnotize
you?â
Hearing him insult Alex time over time, Cheryl was so angry that she snapped.
âClarence Fawl, Alex is not a liar!
I wonât let you insult him! You have no idea how
amazing he is. One of the patientâs heart stopped beating just now. She almost died! He
was the one who saved her! If you donât believe me, you can go inside and see for
yourself. Give me that prescription and donât waste my time!â
Cheryl snatched the prescription back and rushed to her office.
At the same time, Dorothy had arrived at Landison Hotel, refreshed after a nice shower.
She was dressed in a strappy, black nightgown and spritzed on an alluring scent. She
stood in front of the mirror and observed herself for a moment.
Seeing herself looking so
gorgeous and flirtatious, her heart was pounding out of her chest.
âWould this be too bold?â
âHe wouldnât think that Iâm easy, right?â
âItâs okay. I donât care. Iâm definitely going down on him tonight.â
It was almost time for them to meet, yet Alex was nowhere to be seen.
She rolled around on the bed, staring at the box of adult supplies that the hotel had
provided. Tracing her fingers along the box, she bit her cherry lips and kept it under the
pillows. Impatient, she took out her phone and dialed Alexâs number.
Cheryl, on the other hand, was keying in the prescription to her computer.
Suddenly, a ring echoed throughout her office.
She looked towards the direction of the noise and realized it wasnât her phone that was
ringing.
It was Alexâs. He had left it here to charge his battery.
She ignored the call.
After a brief while, it rang again. Upon a closer inspection, the contact read âWifey.â
Cheryl pursed her lips, still refusing to pick it up.
On the third ring, Cheryl didnât know what else to do. She was worried that something
might have happened to Dorothy.
She picked up the call and said, âHello? Alex is
currently busy with something else.â
Realizing it was Cherylâs voice, Dorothyâs heart immediately sank to her stomach. âAre
you⦠Cheryl Coney?â