Chapter 591

Chapter 591

She had a decent smile on her face, but in her mind she was

wondering why Franklin was still with Sylvia even now.

Even if she became the Hipps family's lady, why was she still

unpopular?

She smiled at Franklin and said, "We, the Hipps family, recently

intended to invest in a factory in Larro. We've bought the land; it is the

Wilson Group's abandoned factory. Wilson Group sold it to us at a low

price. So ... I'm much more competent than Sylvia."

Franklin glanced coldly at Tammy, not understanding what this

annoying woman was chattering about.

He spoke indifferently, his tone flooded with coldness, “Really? Clark

was put in jail some time ago, you didn't know?"

Tammy's face froze and her eyes widened in disbelief, "What did you

say ..."

"Aren't you working with the Wilson Group, which has now changed

ownership and is controlled by someone else from the Wilson family,

and seems to be close to closing down?"

Franklin's tone was so icy.

Skyla stared at Franklin with a pale face, "How is it possible ..."

Her chest rose and fell fiercely, and for a long time she didn't come

back to her senses. With a sullen face, she turned her head and said to

Tammy next to her, "We heard it wrong, didn't we? It must be fake

news."

"You guys are too ignorant, right? It was on the international news."

Franklin spoke in a light-hearted manner, not bothering to talk to

Tammy, whose strong perfume made his nose uncomfortable.

So he strode towards the window and wanted to get some fresh air.

And at this point, mother and daughter were no longer in the mood to

visit the sick.

Skyla's legs were weak, her chest hurt and yet there was nothing she

could do about it.

Since Clark was arrested, her partnership with him was all over and

she was doomed.

The mother and daughter did not even have time to wave goodbye, and

then hurriedly left hand in hand.

At this time, Sylvia inside the ward no longer wanted to waste any more

time, she was sweeping a cold glance towards Dr. Mitchell, “Are you

going to do it or not? If you don't do it, I will do it."

“Yes! I'll do it!" Dr. Mitchell, not knowing where he got a surge of

courage, trusted Sylvia to the utmost.

Without further hesitation, he directly began to follow Sylvia's

instructions and started to apply the needles.

And just moments after he dropped the needle, Alondra was not happy.

As an expert, she needed to stop them from making mistakes.

"Wait!"

"Ms. Wolfe, what do you want again?" Sylvia lazily looked at Alondra’'s

smooth face with her arms around her chest, "If you have something to

say, say it quickly and don't waste our time."

Alondra didn't expect such a young girl to be so arrogant, she smiled

and put on airs, "Miss Andrews, you may really have some ability, but

have you thought about what the consequences would be if you failed

to save the old Mr. Bennett?"

“I advise you to give up, it's a life, a founding father's life."

"I say that with the best of intentions, you can't afford to that

responsibility.”

"Ms. Wolfe, I'll give you all those words you said to yourself." Sylvia

found Alondra chirpy and annoying, totally ruining her mood.

She swept a glance at Dr. Mitchell, who was sticking the needle, and

her voice was strong and irrefutable, "Just go ahead."

Dr. Mitchell hesitated when he thought of the dangerous points Sylvia

had told him about.

Alondra’s words rang in his ears, "Dr. Mitchell, are you going to bet your

future on the word of a charlatan? She asked you to apply the needle,

why didn't she do it herself? Because ... you should be the one who

takes the blame if it fails!"

What a good point!

Dr. Mitchell's face was white, he was now the director ... with his age, if

something went wrong, what awaited him in the future would be...

Thinking about it, his face became even more terrible.

Sylvia frowned at the sweat beading on Dr. Mitchell's forehead and

reached out directly, "Give me the needle."

It seemed that he could not drop the needle.

A hint of mockery appeared at the corner of Alondra’s lips.

She was trying to force Sylvia to do it herself. She didn't know this kind

of medical skills, but looking at Dr. Mitchell's face just now, she could

tell that those acupuncture points should not be easily poked.

In that case ...

So almost everyone's eyes widened and looked towards Sylvia's finger.

Her long, slender, fair fingers pinched the silver needles. Before

everyone could see it clearly, Sylvia had poked the old Mr. Bennett's

head quickly and accurately with the needles one after another.

Dr. Mitchell marveled at her smooth movements, he prided himself on

being a master, but in front of Sylvia ... he felt that his skills were

nothing.

Her skills were just perfect.

She was simply so familiar with the acupuncture points on the human

body to a certain extent.

He had no doubt that even with her eyes closed, she could apply the

needles accurately.