Chapter 295

Chapter 0295

Never in her stint in the limelight had Wanda tasted such a bitter dose of humiliation.

Amber had assumed that the hospital’s bigwigs-the dean, department heads, and top-notch experts-were all there for her, ready

to roll out the red carpet with the most thorough and expert medical workup.

To her surprise, they could not have cared less about her. Their attention was fixated on ‘Miss Chesire’.

“You've got it all wrong-I’m not hurt!”

With a bemused shake of her head, Amber stepped out of the car. “Mister Kramer, you might want to check on Miss Briers in the

backseat first. She’s the one in need of a check-up, not me.”

Skip the examination? That would not do at all. If Mister Kane got wind of it, what would become of my

position as dean?

Mister Kramer’s mind was crystal clear on one thing. ‘Mister Kane’ was a man of such stature that even the formidable Steve,

head honcho of the Ol’ Mare War Department, showed him nothing but deference.

For Miss Chesire’s sore throat, he even procured the Skyflower, the prized national bloom of Serandsi. What

else could that state about him?

Mister Kane was an enigma, a heavyweight. Miss Chesire-his wife-was his cherished love.

“Get her checked out, now!”

With that thought, Mister Kramer did not bother with pleasantries. He gestured decisively. “Injured or not, let’s

call it a courtesy health screening. We must ensure Miss Chesire is in tip-top shape!”

In a flurry, the medical team swooped in, hoisting Amber onto a stretcher and whisking her away to the exam

room.

Meanwhile, a seasoned deputy director of surgery, in his fifties, opened the back door of the car. He gave

Wanda’s forehead bruise a cursory look, removed her sunglasses, peered under her eyelids, and offhandedly

made a remark.

“You've got a minor bruise under the skin, and you’re weak from dehydration. Just rest up and you'll be okay.

“It's pretty painful, huh? I'll grab an ice pack from the pharmacy for you. Hang tight!”

With that, he spun on his heel and made his way to the pharmacy.

“Miss Chesire...”

No one else was around. Wanda gritted her teeth, glanced at the hospital, and made a break for it.

Right outside the Porsche, two guards from New Chesire Group sprang into action, slamming the car door shut with a stern look.

“Mister Ray Storm's orders were to have Miss Briers stay put in the car until Miss Chesire

gets back. Just sit tight and wait!”

Wanda froze, taking a good ten seconds to piece it all together.

Miss Chesire...

She was someone with real power!

Half an hour ticked by.

+15 BONOS

“Miss Briers, my apologies.”

Flanked by Mister Kramer and a swarm of top brass, Amber rushed out of the hospital entrance and got to the car. She caught

Wanda’s reflection in the rearview mirror, her eyes tinged with regret. “Mister Kramer and the

team were so insistent, I just couldn’t say no.”

Wanda, pressing the ice pack against her forehead, shook her head in silence.

She had bolted in the dead of night to Ol’ Mare to dodge Marcus Ledger, her phone battery dead, in a place she did not know

from Adam. All she wanted was to juice up her phone and find a temporary haven.

Amber? It was not that she was not up for bonding, she was just too scared to.

“Before you passed out, it looked like you were trying to flag down a car because your phone died and you

couldn’t get a cab, right?”

Amber glanced at her passenger while navigating the streets. “Miss Briers, where do you need to go? I'd be happy to drive you.

If your phone’s running low, feel free to use the charger in the back-it’s pretty handy.”

Wanda had taken advantage of the wait to juice up her phone to a comfortable 70 percent. After a moment of quiet, she

ventured, “Do you know of any places to live that are, well, out of the way?

“I'm looking for somewhere really private, where I won't be bothered. Just me.”

Oh?

Amber paused, a bit surprised, then her lips curled into an involuntary smile.

She might have been stumped by any other request, but a place to stay? That she had. With her family’s recent move to the

upscale Baltimore Mansion district, their old Belmont Hills home was sitting empty. Offering it to Miss Briers would be a perfect

solution for both of them.