A Crazy One-night Stand

Chapter 3: Let’s Talk!

"Her fever was at 39.5 degrees and it was likely caused by overexertion." Bill Taylor, the doctor on duty,

informed Wilson. He leaned against the door casually and wrapped his arms around his white coat. He

stared at Wilson with a strange expression and joked, "This is the second time I have seen Mr. Wilson

personally bring a woman to the hospital. Why, have you finally seen the light?"

Wilson almost choked on his saliva after hearing that she was sick due to overexertion. He rolled his

eyes at Bill and asked, "When will she wake up?"

Bill replied, "I gave her a drip to reduce her fever. She will wake up after she has enough rest." After

that, he glanced again at the woman on the bed and left with a smile.

Wilson looked at the woman's bag lying by the bed. It looked a little cheap. It seemed like she was not

rich, and those who were not rich were all short of money. Thinking of this, he quickly took out a

cheque and wrote five million dollars as compensation.

It wasn't that he didn't feel sorry for what happened yesterday. He just lost control under that situation.

For her, it was an accident, wasn't it? In the end, he was the one who got her involved. He didn't want

to be obligated to others. Five million dollars was enough for her to live a good life.

The woman's phone rang several times. When he picked up the phone, he heard a female voice on the

other end, speaking anxiously, "Alina, you finally answered. How are you? Are you okay? To be honest,

Mr. Hall is really a jerk for stealing your plan. Alina, don't take it to heart. It's not worth it to be angry

over such a person. We all know that the design plan is your hard work. You have poured your heart

and soul into every detail. Now don't think about anything. Go to sleep and have a good rest." Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Wilson ended the call and glanced at the woman on the bed. So, this woman was called Alina. From

what he could make out, her design plan was stolen by her superior. He could help her out.

Wilson took a picture of the woman with his cell phone and sent it to Simon. "This woman is called

Alina, probably a designer. I am not sure whether she designs clothes or houses but check it out.

Apparently, she has a superior named Mr. Hall. Get back to me with her information as soon as

possible!"

Simon was speechless at the other end of the phone.

In a short while, Simon rushed to the hospital with a pile of files in his arms.

In Bill's office, Wilson was quietly flipping through the documents sent by Simon.

Alina, 24 years old. She was graduated from Jameson University three years ago, majored in

landscape design. She was now working as a designer in Imperial Landscapes, a subsidiary company

of the Adams Group.

In addition to her, she also had a mother of 40 and a younger brother of 13 years old. Her father had

died in a car accident a few years ago.

Her mother was a housewife while her younger brother was still studying in the expensive Jameson

Private High School. All the expenses of the family were borne by her alone.

Her life was very simple. She didn't care about anything else in life other than her job. In her personal

life, she had no other friends besides a woman named Rosie Jones.

They moved from Ritz City to Jameson City three years ago. They were currently renting a place to live

in.

Her immediate superior was a middle-aged man named Hall Garcia. He was infamous for stealing

credit from his subordinates.

By the time Alina woke up, it was already dark. However, the ward was brightly lit.

She looked around in confusion and saw a cheque lying beside her bag. There was a small note left for

her, written in neat handwriting. "Please accept this cheque as compensation for what happened

yesterday."

Alina laughed loudly. Another cheque! It's like déjà vu all over again.

Three years ago, someone gave her a cheque for five million dollars. Three years later, the exact same

thing happened again.

It must be great, being a wealthy person. Money can solve everything in life.

She looked up as she heard footsteps coming towards her. Seeing Wilson, a mocking smile appeared

on her lips. "Didn't you give me a cheque? Why are you still here?"

"Let's talk!" Wilson pulled out a chair and sat down.

"What more to talk about?" Alina really didn't like this man. She thought of the two women who gave

her the cheque three years ago. Although they did not say anything, Alina knew that they looked down

on her. Their disdainful eyes and mocking smile made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

"If you need to look for a different job, I can help you!" Wilson said.

"You have given me five million dollars. With this money, I won't need to work for the rest of my life."

Alina replied sarcastically.

"I'm sorry about what happened yesterday. I didn't mean it." Wilson could only explain this much. He

couldn't let her know that he had been drugged. He couldn't afford to lose face.

"Other than money, if you need anything else, just tell me!" Wilson continued.

"If I forced you to take responsibility for what you have done to me, is that okay with you?" Alina

challenged him.

Wilson was stunned for a few seconds. He thought seriously for a moment and nodded. "Sure, I will

marry you!"

"Men are indeed animals. I have nothing I need. Please leave!" Alina gave a scornful glance to him.

"I'm serious. Think about what else you need. I will meet your demands to the best of my ability. See

you tomorrow at noon!" After saying that, Wilson left the ward.