Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty novel Chapter 91

However, Yolanda didn't even glance at Robert. She took the business card from Samuel and casually tossed it into her bag.

Reflecting on how carefully she behaved around Samuel, Alice was filled with a mix of envy and hatred as she saw Yolanda's current arrogant demeanor.

How could the useless Yolanda dare to show off in front of someone as powerful as Samuel?

She felt that Yolanda was no more than a lowly person, destined to stay in the shadows and never hold her head up.

Yet, the reality was that Yolanda was not only humble but was also treated respectfully by Daniel and Samuel. Meanwhile, they tried to ingratiate themselves with these men, but neither showed any interest in them.

It was unfair. It was so incredibly unfair.

She couldn't accept this at all. Her resentment and hatred toward Yolanda only deepened.

Robert clenched his fists tightly, so hard that his knuckles turned white. Just as his breathing became more rapid with frustration, Samuel suddenly turned to look at him and said, "Robert, why didn't you mention earlier that you and Ms. Henderson are related?"

Robert was momentarily stunned.

It sounded like Samuel was reproaching him, but there was an unmistakable hint of deeper meaning behind his words.

Robert paused for a moment, then his eyes lit up as a glimmer of hope sparked within him.

However, before he could respond, Yolanda spoke up, "I'm not related to him, nor am I familiar with him."

As she spoke, Yolanda had already finished the last piece of dessert. She wiped her mouth with a napkin and gave Samuel a final glance. "Wait for my call."

With that, she turned and walked out of the private room without another glance at Robert or the others.

Samuel respectfully nodded and said, "Ms. Henderson, take care."

Not far ahead, an elderly man, Nigel Hansen, lay on the ground. A well-dressed young man, Brigham Holt, was crouched beside him, anxiously calling out.

"Grandpa! Grandpa!"

At this time, a crowd had gathered around, but none of the onlookers dared to step forward to help Nigel.

Nigel's breathing was weak, and his face had turned from pale to a disturbing shade of blue and purple. It indicated a very critical condition. If the ambulance didn't arrive soon, even a miracle doctor might be unable to save him.

The bystanders looked around. They hoped for a doctor to appear, but no one stepped forward to assist.

"Doctor! We need a doctor here," Brigham cried out in desperation, but still no one came forward.

"Someone help my grandfather. I'll pay 50 thousand dollars. No, one million dollars. Just get him to the hospital, and I'll give you one million dollars," Brigham shouted.