The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Phew..."

After over four long hours of surgery, Winter collapsed on a chair, her hands covered in blood.

"Are you alright, Winter?" Jean asked as she wiped Winter's sweaty forehead.

Winter shook her head. "I feel so disappointed..."

"Yeah..." Jean sighed, shaking her head as she and Winter turned toward the man on the surgical table, who was just stitched up. "It's alright-you did your best." "I know." Winter sighed unhappily.

Soon, Gus Zeller was moved to a wheel bed and wheeled out of the surgery room.

"Hahaha! It's killing me... Just look at her face, it's almost like she's disappointed."

"Hehe. Brats putting on airs, I tell you. Well done, a retainer of the Soranos ended up dead on their surgical table... the Soranos are really going to be pissed."

"Well, it's not our fault. Let's just watch how this turns out."

Paco was already striding toward

thought for

shut, and waved off Winter and Jean before they could argue, "Now get out of this hospital, brats. Quit putting on airs when you're just Gene Pearce's lover. If he wants this hospital to stay reputable, he should understand he can't just appoint anyone he likes as

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not expect to run into this situation as soon as they arrived and they could certainly hear Paco, who insisted endlessly that Winter

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on their gathering because they refused to take such humiliation. Now, they were

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