Chapter 22

“Bring him in.” He unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat behind his desk.

Soon, Wynter returned with Jaylen and a cup of coffee.

Jaylen didn’t beat around the bush, and demanded, “Where the hell did you find that woman?”

Unfazed by the sudden questioning, Isaac slowly picked up his cup and gestured for Wynter to Leave. Only then did he meet

Jaylen’s hostile gaze.

“Do you see this?” the latter huffed, pointing at the patches of gauze on his neck and wrist. “She almost damaged my hand

permanently!”

Isaac raised an eyebrow, feeling somewhat pleased with Jaylen’s injuries.

“How did you get those wounds, anyway?” he prodded deliberately.

Jaylena answered, a trace of fear flashing in his eyes, “That woman had a scalpel with her! She knew how to use it, too. The

doctor who treated me said that she almost cut my main artery. | couldn’t believe my misfortune! Not only did | fail to enjoy that

feisty little wench, | almost died at her hands!”

Isaac’s mood lifted even more upon hearing that. So Jaylen hadn't taken advantage of Camila. Isaac leaned back against his

chair, his demeanor remaining cold.

“So why are you still Looking for her?”

“To take revenge, of course!”

Jaylen had Literally suffered insult and injury last night. It was the first time he had experienced such a thing.

He needed to find that woman and teach her a lesson.

“In that case, you should just look for her yourself,” Isaac said.

Jaylen paused and blinked at the other man, visibly confused.

“Forget it, then. I'LL send my people to hunt her down. Once | find that bitch, I’m going to break both of her hands! Let's see if

she can pick up a scalpel again!”

He made his declaration with so much vehemence that even Isaac winced slightly.

Meanwhile, in the hospital, Camila had just exited the examination room when she felt a shiver run down her spine.

Was someone cursing her behind her back?

“Dr. Haynes,” a passing colleague called out, breaking through her thoughts. “Don’t forget to come to Dr. Griffith’s farewell party

tonight. It’s at eight, in the Section B of the Crowne Hotel.”

Camila tucked her hands in the pockets of her lab gown and nodded, though she didn’t really want to go.

Isaac would likely be there as well, and the thought of seeing him with Debora filled her with dread.

Despite this, Camila still went to the designated venue at eight o’clock that evening.

She was about to enter the hotel when she spotted a familiar car screech to a halt in front of the entrance.

Sure enough, Debora alighted from the vehicle, followed closely by Isaac.