Chapter 73

She was the woman who knew Master Keturah at the charity banquet.

She was the woman who fooled around with Paul and Logan.

She was completely different from how she was dressed at the banquet

that day. Today, Sylvia casually wore a white dress and a pair of soft

white shoes. She only had a cute ponytail.

She didn't even wear lipstick.

Even though she had no makeup on, she was still shockingly beautiful!

Was she really from the Andrews family? She was not like them at all!

Originally, he had some respect for this woman. However, when he

found out that she was also an Andrews, Clark was a little

disappointed.

He did not know why he felt disappointed.

Clark looked gloomily at Sylvia who was at the door. He had no time to

hide the amazement in his eyes, but it was noticed by Tammy who was

standing in front of him.

Tammy was so angry that she couldn't help but bite her lower lip. With

a wronged and pitiful expression, she silently carried the bowl and

walked toward the kitchen.

Sylvia!

It was Sylvia again!

It was not easy for her to see an excellent man, but he was once again

attracted by Sylvia.

Ever since she was young, Sylvia's angelic face had bewitched many

men.

When they were little, she and Sylvia were in the same school. The

boys had tried to be friends with her in the beginning, but when they

were acquainted with her, they would send Sylvia gifts and love letters

through her.

She had had enough of this feeling!

Tammy came out of the kitchen again and held a plate of fruit.

"Sylvia? Why don't you come in?"

"Tammy, put away the fake smile on your face. It makes me sick.”

Sylvia went straight into the living room and sat on the sofa facing

Clark.

She crossed her legs casually, and her slender legs glowed under the

light.

They were especially seducing!

Tammy froze again. Aggrieved, she said, "Mr. Wilson, I'm sorry, my

sister is a little bit rude.”

"My mother didn't give birth to you. Don't try to sound like you are close

to me," Sylvia darted at her and said mercilessly.

Tammy took a deep breath. "Mr. Wilson is here, I can't blow up!

'l can't fall for this little slut's trap.’

"Sylvia, you haven't come back for so long. You still don't know, right?

I'm currently working at Lilypad General Hospital.” She tried to pretend

to be a good sister.

"Oh, then you should have just started working, right? Which

department are you in?" Sylvia looked Tammy up and down. Tammy's

grades were not very good. When she applied for medical school, she

didn't reach the admission score.

Otto bought her a spot with five hundred thousand dollars.

It was unknown how much money Otto spent this time to get her into

Lilypad General Hospital.

“I'm in surgery.” Tammy looked proud. Lilypad General Hospital was not

someone who could enter casually.

"Oh, I see.” Sylvia nodded. She was also in surgery.

“Tammy probably started working there just a few days ago.’

What a small world.

Tammy did not see the envious look on Sylvia's face. She was a little

disappointed. She thought that Sylvia would feel uncomfortable after

hearing about the news.

On second thought, Tammy believed Sylvia must be very upset, but

she managed to calm down. After all, Sylvia was always good at

pretending.

At this time, Otto and Skyla walked out of the kitchen with dishes in

their hands. Otto had a flattering smile on his face, "Mr. Wilson, please

take a seat at the dining table."

This dinner was personally made by him and Skyla. They had started

preparing at four o'clock and had been cooking until now.

"Mr. Wilson, this is a common meal. Please don't mind it." Skyla also

quickly said, while giving her daughter Tammy a meaningful look.

Tammy immediately understood. She stood up and quickly walked to

the dining room. She helped Clark pull out a chair, "Mr. Wilson, please

take a seat.”

Sylvia looked at these people who were nodding and bowing like a pug.

She felt so sick.

She also sat in the dining room. Only then did Otto see her. "You are

back?"

"Yes," Sylvia replied indifferently.

Clark was present. Otto did not care too much about Sylvia's attitude.

He turned to Clark and said, "Mr. Wilson, I made the crab. Hurry up and

try some."

Skyla smiled as he poured wine for Clark, "Mr. Wilson, my husband is

not very capable. But cooking crabs is his specialty.”

“I hate crabs," Clark said coldly.

He really didn't like this family.

If not for Otto saying that he could find a very good doctor to treat his

grandfather, he would never have stepped into this house.

The stupid project manager had been fired by him when the hotel was

calling for bids.

A lousy construction company built by the Andrews family was

unqualified to cooperate with the Wilson Group!

It was simply ridiculous that cooperation was reached!

Especially after that, someone almost died. What bad luck!

He now deeply suspected that Otto was fooling him. Was there a

famous doctor after all?

Except for the two daughters, there were only the husband and wife.

No famous doctor was here.

Otto and Skyla were a little embarrassed.

Clark was not polite at all, not showing any respect. It was really

annoying.

But when he thought that the future of the Andrews family business was

in Clark's hands, Otto could only bite the bullet and say, "Then Mr.

Wilson, try the other dishes. I made them for you personally.”

"This wine is not bad.” Clark shook the wine in the cup.

He made it clear that he didn't want to eat anything Otto had cooked.

Sylvia watched coldly from the side. She really felt embarrassed for

Otto.

"Otto, don't beat around the bush. Where is the famous doctor you

were talking about?" Clark put down the wine glass and looked a little

impatient.

"Mr. Wilson. Don't worry. This person is right in front of you," Otto said

with a smile.

Clark glanced at Tammy. Was Otto crazy?

Tammy was indeed a surgeon. Based on her looks, she did not look

like a famous doctor. Moreover, she also said that she had just started

working at the hospital. She was simply a rookie!

His chest surged with anger, and his expression became increasingly

cold and gloomy. "Are you messing with me?"

Tammy was also stunned for a moment. She looked at Otto with a

somewhat nervous expression. "Dad. I just started working a few days

ago. I, I can'tdo it."

It was fine to let her treat a cold or fever. But Otto wanted her to treat

the old Wilson. Was he out of his mind?

Sylvia raised her eyebrows. Tammy was quite self-aware.

Otto immediately understood that the two of them had misunderstood.

“No, no, I am talking about her. I was saying my youngest daughter,

Sylvia. She is very good! Many big shots are queuing up to have her

treat them."

When Tammy heard this, the knife and fork in her hand fell to the

ground in shock, and she cried out, "Dad, can Sylvia treat diseases?

Are you mistaken?