Chapter 205

Dale sprung from his chair and pounded the table. "I'm a doctor

returning from overseas. I studied abroad, and I'm more qualified than

most hospital doctors. How dare you fire me!"

He had an advanced degree, so the hospital paid him well. In another

two years, he would probably become one of the senior executives.

However, Franklin wanted to fire him.

Dale couldn't tolerate it, his heart tightening.

Suddenly, a man in black entered the meeting room and passed a file

to Jasper. The latter glanced at it and handed it to Franklin.

Bowing his head, Franklin randomly turned a few pages and sneered,

"Do you want me to tell others what degree you've obtained? You said

you'd graduated from a top university overseas, but you were just a

guest student. The certificate wasn't the official diploma.”

Then he passed the file to the hospital dean.

After reading the file, the dean boiled over.

He smashed the file onto Dale's face. "Look at it yourself!"

Dale grabbed it and browsed, almost falling to the ground. He collapsed

in his chair, an angry look in his eyes. "How dare you slander me! How

could I have done those things? Franklin Maskelyne, who do you think

you are? You just have some money? Probably you made it from being

a male prostitute. How dare you be so arrogant!"

Others gasped upon hearing his insult, shocked that he had the balls to

humiliate Franklin in public. They wondered if Dale had gone crazy.

The hospital dean could tell he was out of his mind. Before he called

the security guards to kick Dale out, Jasper flicked his hand to order the

bodyguards. They strode to Dale and beat him up.

The file dropped from his hand, revealing everything to others.

Several photos scattered on the ground, taken when Dale hung out in

nightclubs and bars.

Also, his degree certificate was included.

Knowing as a decisive and determined man, Franklin had checked

everything about Dale in such a short time.

Jasper looked down at Dale in scorn and disgust, "How dare you insult

Mr. Maskelyne! Let alone this single hospital, he can afford a hundred

or a thousand hospitals like this. Dr. Shea, you just returned from

overseas, you'd better learn who Mr. Maskelyne is before talking

nonsense. You are ignorant and stupid indeed.”

Dale's mind was jumbled. However, his physical pain couldn't compare

to his consternation.

Franklin's name reechoed in his mind repeatedly.

He wondered if Franklin was a big wig. Dale had stayed abroad for a

long time, and he seldom paid attention to things that happened in

Larro. Besides, he had an intense egoism and consistently

overestimated himself.

His father was the associate dean of a hospital, so he had thought he

was from one of the top families.

"I don't buy it. How can Franklin Maskelyne be so rich?"

Jasper looked at him as if looking at an idiot. "Why did Lilypad General

Hospital hire a psycho like you?"

Sylvia couldn't help but burst into laughter.

So did other doctors and nurses.

They were all angry with the associate dean and his son but couldn't do

anything. Finally, they were punished, so others were overjoyed.

A nurse chimed in loudly, "You'd better search Mr. Maskelyne's name

online. Then you'll know how ignorant you are.”

Dale's face turned reddened, pale, and livid in turns.

The associate dean also seethed with rage.

Looking at the hospital dean, he reminded the dean about their

friendship. "I've been working for this hospital all my life. Do you really

have the heart to fire me?"

“I'm sorry, Kash, but I'm not the person making the final decision here.

You and your son have offended Mr. Maskelyne. I'm afraid I cannot do

anything,” the hospital dean replied in a dilemma.

Actually, he knew Dale had offended Sylvia, which angered Franklin.

He wondered why Dale provoked Sylvia. To meet Sylvia, Franklin had

even donated ambulances to the hospital.

Hence, the hospital dean could tell Sylvia was unique to Franklin.

The dean heaved a sigh. His old buddy was indeed stupid and had

raised his son into a good-for-nothing.

"The next decision we've made is to promote Dr. Sylvia Andrews to the

associate dean, taking over Mr. Kash Shea's responsibilities,” Franklin

suddenly added.

Sylvia looked at him wordlessly.

Frowning, she retorted angrily with irritation written all over her face,

"Are you nuts? I only come to the hospital twice a month for operations.

I'm too busy to deal with the mess in the hospital. If you make trouble

for me again, I'll quit my job here.”

Others exclaimed in shock.

They didn't expect Silvia to refuse to be promoted and glare at Mr.

Maskelyne so arrogantly.

After all, they had just witnessed Dale's ending after he'd provoked

Franklin.

Dale was still groaning in pain on the ground. He was beaten black and

blue, unlike a doctor at all.

Tammy glared at Sylvia in jealousy and hatred, inwardly cursing her for

not appreciating Franklin's kindness.

Sylvia even refused to be promoted.

Tammy wished Franklin could teach her a lesson.

When she thought Sylvia would end miserably as well, the man of

status sitting in the host's chair looked helpless. He heaved a sigh and

said dotingly, "All right. All up to you. You can do whatever you want.

OK?"

He sounded like he was discussing it with her, helplessly but lovingly.

All people in the meeting room were astounded.

They wondered if he was still the ruthless man who had just punished

Dale not long ago.

Earlier, he reminded others of Death; now, he was more like a manly

president who loved, cared, and doted on his beloved girlfriend.

He behaved differently.

Tammy gazed at Sylvia, looking as if she had received a heavy blow.

Clenching her fists, she screamed, "You've gone too far, Sylvia

Andrews. Think you are somebody, huh? Everyone. This woman

accepted Mr. Wilson's bribery a few days ago, so she agreed to

operate on the old Wilson."

The thing that happened in the hotel a few days ago was the shame in

her life. Therefore, Tammy strongly believed that Sylvia must have

agreed on something dirty with Clark.

That was why she blurted those words out.

Seeing Tammy's face grimacing ferociously, Sylvia asked calmly,

"Tammy Andrews, do you wish me to play the video where you tried to

seduce Mr. Wilson but was embarrassed by him?"

“What?

“Tammy Andrews tried to seduce Mr. Wilson?"

Her words were like a bombshell to others, including Dale. He gazed at

Tammy in disbelief. A trace of fury flashed through Tammy's face. She

glared at Sylvia with bloodshot eyes. "How dare you slander me! You...

You tried to seduce Mr. Wilson. You must have slept with him.."

Sylvia raised her phone. "I have your video here. Do you really want all

of us to watch it? I don't mind connecting my phone to the Bluetooth of

the projector.”

Tammy widened her eyes and couldn't return to her senses for a long

time.

She didn't believe Sylvia had the video.

In fact, she had immersed herself when playing with the toy that night,

so she didn't know Clark had recorded her video and sent a copy to

Sylvia.

"Just play it! Let me see what a slut she is!" Dale roared with a twisted

face, wiping the blood off his mouth.

Since Tammy became his girlfriend, she had always asked him to give

her pocket money and buy her luxury handbags, branded clothes,

shoes, and jewelry.

It turned out Tammy only wanted to swindle his money from him.

Dale couldn't repress his anger at all. He couldn't do anything when

Franklin taught him a lesson, but he was reluctant to be fooled by

Tammy.

Tammy paled, shaking her head vigorously. Under others" weird gazes,

she blurted loudly, “No! I didn't! Sylvia doesn't have any videos. I didn't

seduce Mr. Wilson."

"Tammy Andrews, you and your parents drugged me. Think I don't

know it?" Sylvia sneered. "Unfortunately, you took the drug instead."

Jasper walked to her, respectfully picked up her phone, and connected

to the Bluetooth of the projector.

The next second, everyone in the meeting room saw the erotic scene —

a woman huddled in the corner of a hotel box, almost naked.

All gaped while watching the video.

Tammy collapsed on the ground tearfully. "Stop it! It's not me. It's not

me. Sylvia Andrews, it's all your fault! You framed me."

Dale struggled to stand up and slapped her violently. "You dirty whore!

You slut!"

Covering her cheek, Tammy howled, “Sylvia set me up. You didn't

avenge me but hit me."

Suddenly, she plucked up her strength, pulled out a scalpel, and

wanted to stab it into Sylvia's chest.

She acted too quickly for others to realize what was going on.

When she almost succeeded, Sylvia was ready to bounce up to dodge.

However, a dagger was stabbed into Tammy's wrist, which made her

drop the scalpel.

Tammy screamed in pain and fell to the ground, covering her wrist.

When Sylvia looked up, she saw Franklin elegantly wiping his fingers

with a handkerchief passed by Jasper. He looked sullen.

Even if he hadn't helped her, she could have dodged.

However, Sylvia was surprised by his reaction.