Chapter 569: Chapter 569

Chapter 569:

The man erupted in boisterous laughter, clutching his chest as though he had just heard the punchline of a grand joke.

“Do you even know who I am? How dare you think about throwing me out! Now, be a dear, fetch us some water, and tell Tiffany it’s time to get off the bed!”

With that declaration, everything clicked for Harlee. Their purpose was crystal clear. They were here for Tiffany.

Nestled in the VIP ward, shielded by its superior soundproofing, Tiffany remained oblivious to the disturbance beyond her door.

Harlee reckoned it was a stroke of luck that she was around to take control of the mess.

She gazed at the man and his entourage, her expression painted with feigned astonishment, perfectly playing the part of an unsuspecting nursing staff.

“Oh, you’re acquainted with Miss Wallace?”

With an air of arrogance, the man declared, “Indeed, I am her uncle. The moment we learned about her hospitalization, we wasted no time getting to her.”

Harlee gave a thoughtful nod. It explained why their suits and dresses seemed hastily put on.

“I understand. Miss Wallace is in critical condition and remains unconscious. It might be better for you to come back when she’s recovered a bit, don’t you think?” She then pressed further.

“Is there perhaps another motive behind your visit, apart from seeing Miss Wallace?”

The man’s demeanor chilled, contempt dripping from his words.

“What is it to you, a lowly nursing staff? Here we are, showing up as important guests, and you stand here idly? Go on and prepare a luxurious lunch for us!”

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The man assumed Harlee would scurry to whip up an extravagant meal or dash out to purchase one. Instead, she asked with poised curiosity, “Of course, what would you prefer? A meal costing thousands, or one worthy of tens of thousands?”

Their eyes widened, a flicker of greed passing through. Meals priced in the thousands? Or even tens of thousands? Such opulence was unheard of in their circles.

Without missing a beat, the man replied, “Naturally, tens of thousands! Do you think we’d settle for anything less?”

Harlee’s face betrayed no emotion.

“Alright, then I’ll need thirty thousand dollars upfront. If that doesn’t cover it, I’ll be back for more,” she stated firmly.

“Thirty thousand?” a woman from the group bellowed, her voice dripping with spite.

“Is there a problem? Isn’t this what you asked for?” Harlee queried, her tone even.

The man, clinging to a shred of decorum, asserted, “Guests shouldn’t be charged. This expense should go to Tiffany.”

Harlee gave a nonchalant shrug.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t assist you with ordering food. Miss Wallace is currently unconscious, and it’s her agent who handles my payments.”

A shadow of frustration crossed the man’s face at Harlee’s indifference.

“Can’t you just get the money from her agent?”

Harlee opened the door slowly, her voice icy as she delivered her next words.

“What if this is just a ploy to scam Miss Wallace for money and food? Since Miss Wallace is still unconscious, I can’t verify if you truly are her relatives. I must ask you to leave.”

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