"Benevolence hospital." Boyce Shawn answered.

Armand Bernie had just walked out through the door. He turned around and noticed that the huge words of Benevolence hospital were in neon light at the outpatient department. Wasn’t here where Ms. Leslie hospitalized.

"Where is he?" He asked as he moved his lips.

"He is in the operating room.” Boyce was puzzled, "What's the matter with you?"

Armand didn’t say anything special but just telling him that he would be there to find him before hanging up the phone.

Armand returned to the hospital and found the operation room using the instruction map. Boyce sat on the seat in the corridor and there were a few bodyguards standing on the side. He came over with a long stride, "What's the situation now?"

Boyce adjusted his position when Armand approached and said, "Sit down first then I will tell you."

Armand sat down.

"The doctor said he nearly dies from the wound which was only two millimetres away from the heart and he’s now still in the operating room at the moment," Boyce said.

"Why wouldn’t this son of a bitch die?" Armand snarled.

"If he really dies then Matthew Nelson would be the murderer. I think Mrs. Nelson is the only one who is clear-headed," Boyce said.

"Actually it can be settled." Armand still insisted that Sampson Hebert should have been beaten to death.

If there was money, then there was power. Why money was that important?

Because money could buy things.

So, the power came after money.

Not to mention the power of Matthew’s uncle’s family, the truth could be covered up.

Boyce thought that Armand was too agitated now and felt pointless to talk to him anymore, so he stopped speaking to give him a chance to calm down. Boyce underestimated Armand’s anger.

The corridor was silent at that time, which was quite awkward.

"How long has it been and how come it's still not done?" Armand said impatiently.

if you go back first?" Boyce

could tell that even if Sampson’s operation was successful, he might still be beaten to

made up his decision,

wondered how

could I not be angry since this fellow slapped my

feel

indeed a bastard

is much more

moment, and after a while, the door of the operating room slid open. There was the doctor with Sampson

still needs a long time to recover as his organ was wounded and of course, this would give an impact on his life span..." the

Armand stopped off and interrupted the doctor before he

doctor was irritated that

want him to stay alive, why did you send him here then?" He said with

operation was successful, but what Armand

me when he was trying to escape. He

criminal but a human trafficker, the happiness of performing the operation

die," He said

an accusation of being a hateful ‘human trafficker’

waved his hand and told his subordinates

Boyce’s identity, the physician could understand and would be happy to cooperate

rested his arm on his shoulder as

doesn’t fluctuate, he would be safe." He did not explain

leaned over and said quietly, "Will

long as you don't

and stroked the doctor's shoulder as he said,

he looked at Armand’s back as if he expected what Armand

the

nurse was recording Sampson’s vital signs as he

asked, "When is he

"Now that the patient has just had the surgery, try not to move him. If you need any help, you may

Before Boyce could open his

at him, took the records, and turned around to

gloomily at the person lying on the bed and clenched his fingers so tight until they

that something bad might happen and came

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