Abigail turned toward Diarmuid. “So? Which is it going to be?”
“The first option,” James answered impatiently.
Diarmuid gave him a look but did not say no.
Abigail wrote it down and said, “Alright. Maintain this routine everyday, and adjust it accordingly depending on the results. You may be discharged now -just finish the paperwork and you will be free to go.”
With that, she left.
James then walked up to Diarmuid and whispered, “What if her skill is as bad as her face?”
“Don’t judge a book by its cover,” Diarmuid told him. “Now get me discharged.”
James did so, and after he was done and they headed for the entrance, someone got in their way!
The sight of the cocksure woman before them left James furrowing his brow.
There was no escaping her!
“Stalker,” he growled impatiently.
“Lapdog,” Erin Gooding shot back right away.
James was left speechless—he remembered that she had been raised here in Minerva, but she would actually know the
Zidonian word for lapdog’?
She was surprisingly fluent…
Nonetheless, Erin seemed to have read James’s mind and she said, “I may be raised here, but my mom and dad are Zidonian. Is it that weird that I know the language?”
She was watching Diarmuid’s face as she mentioned ‘mom’, but there was only impatience in his cold visage.
Erin’s lips twitched. “Hey, I’m your half-sister. Why the long face? Does someone owe you money? I know you don’t want me around, and I don’t mind not showing up… All you have to do is tell me where our mother is buried-‘
Diarmuid strode off before she could finish, and James stopped her when she tried to follow. “You’re a lady. You can afford to act a little more reserved.”
It was as if James had touched a nerve and Erin flipped out right away.
“You stay reserved all you want, virgin!”
James was speechless.
“You’re crazy.”
He had never met a woman who could be as tactless as her, especially in public!
“Look who’s talking,” Erin growled, grabbing James by the arm, bent on making him stay.
It naturally left James irked, and he snapped, “Let go, or I would have to resort to violence!”
Erin doubted that and simply said, “Nope!”
“You little-”
“Little what?!” Erin reared her head to meet his gaze, looking pompous just like a spoiled, tempestuous princess.
Unable to stand her, James started to pry her hands off and shoved her aside.
“Don’t ever show up around Mr. Althoff again,” he warned as he strode toward the car.
Almost stumbling and falling because of his shoving, Erin grumpily darted forward, threw her arms around his waist, and bit him.
“Hey!” James turned, but did not try to hit her when he saw that it was Erin, and had to resort to words instead. “Biting, really? Are you a dog?”
In the car, Diarmuid looked outside once and told the driver, “Let’s go.”
As the car drove off, James panicked. “Uh, Mr. Althoff? I’m still here…”
Diarmuid, however, had lost all patience.
Seeing that Erin had latched herself to James, he simply left James behind.
Erin released James then. “Hehe. Guess someone was dumped.”
James was left speechless again.
He pulled his shirt out of his pants and saw beneath that she left rather deep bite marks on his hip.
His lips twitching, he growled, “Bitch.”
“Who are you calling bitch?” Erin snapped-no lady called that would be pleased.
However, James lost all grace for the first time as he snapped, “You, Erin Gooding! You’re a bitch!”
It was the first time he had been harassed by a woman in such fashion… even getting bitten!
However, Erin’s eyes quickly went red and tears welled in her eyes.
One would presume that James was bullying her if they did not know better, even if the truth was the exact opposite.
“H-Hey! Don’t cry!” James actually became flustered-it was unbecoming of any man to make a woman cry.
Erin sniffled. “Tell me where my mother was buried and I won’t cry.”
James was left speechless again and he turned to leave.
When Erin tried to chase him, he growled, “I’m calling the cops if you keep following me!”
Erin stopped in her tracks but kept staring after James.
Diarmuid was as cold as he was difficult, and it was next to impossible to make him talk.
On the other hand, James appeared much easier.
In that case, she could work on him instead.
Soon, she had a good idea!
Having hatched a plan in her head, Erin was feeling buoyed and refrained from bugging James.
Clasping her hands behind her back, she was grinning even as she left.She found a potential means of breakthrough, so it was not as if the day was wasted.
On the other hand, James was feeling less than happy.
Even as he kept walking, he was looking behind to check that he was not being followed, worried that Erin would latch on to him again.
If she did, it would be a catastrophe!
Later in the evening, James got a call from Abigail.
“It’s Dr. Tanner. Is the patient free at the moment? I can help him with the treatment now.”
“Of course,” James replied. “We’re at Olston Hotel, Room 909.”
“Okay,” Abigail said and put away her phone.
She stood in front of her mirror, checking her disguise and ensuring that it was flawless before heading over.
At the same time, James headed to Diarmuid’s room to inform him, “Sir, Dr. Tanner will soon arrive for your treatment.”
Diarmuid was sitting on the couch with his laptop on his lap. He just happened to read the last email and casually threw it aside, leaning back and rubbing the bridge of his nose, appearing quite tired.
Since he left James behind because Erin was latching herself to him, James had no idea how negotiations with the Raideens went.
“Did the talks go well?’ he asked.
“More or less,” Diarmuid replied flatly.
Even if they had leverage against the Raideens, they should not threaten them on the outset.
A hard sell would lead to resistance and the outcome might not be ideal for both sides.
They were all businessmen, and they were all in it for the money.
It was therefore just a question of balancing the carrot and the stick mastering that, and one would earn leverage against anything.
Handshakes and armistices brought greater profits, not burning bridges.
“That’s better than I thought.” James was naturally surprised.
Diarmuid gave him a look, and said, ‘TH be working with Wes, and the Raideens ‘ representative agreed that they would join us as a partner.”
“Oh?” James gasped in surprise, though he soon understood.
The Raideens made their fortune with oil, and having Wes of Duran joining them was a jackpot.
It would even be reason enough for them to offer a cut of Mead Clinic shares.
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