Snatched a Billionaire to be My Husband novel Chapter 262

Cora thoroughly studied Osborn's medical records and various examination data and worked out an initial plan.

When Evan returned from Kinton in the evening, they could discuss whether this plan would work.

Evan exposed the truth about the operation that year. The hospital felt that it was a waste to keep Cora in the emergency room, so they temporarily transferred her to the cardiac surgery department and asked her to be in charge of Osborn's operation.

Therefore, in the next few days, besides making a plan, Cora would rest well and wait for the day of the operation.

Cora was free at noon. When Byron asked her to have lunch, she agreed, because she wanted to ask him about Osborn.

She didn't expect that when she arrived at the restaurant, she would see such a scene.

"Mr. Hansen, you still have money to eat here!"

"If you have no money, I suggest you go to the slop bucket in the kitchen. Our family runs this restaurant with a small capital and can't let you eat for free."

"Why do you still call him Mr. Hansen? If it weren't for Old Mr. Hansen, his life would probably be worse than ours! In my opinion, you should call him by his name."

A few rich young men in brand-name clothes and with strong perfume and glossy hair were provoking Byron at the window seat.

Cora thought that after Byron's right to manage the Hansen Group was taken away by his brothers, it would just make him less wealthy than before.

But after seeing this with her own eyes, she realized many people in New York were waiting to see him fail, and many others wanted to bully him.

But it was the first time for those young men to see such a stunning lady. How could they let Cora go so easily?

Just as Byron and Cora were about to leave, they stood in their way.

"Come on. Don't you know the one next to you has no money now? You may have to eat street food with him. Why not be my girl?"

The young owner of the restaurant, named Berry Blackwell, spoke as he stared at Cora's bulging chest, almost drooling.

Cora felt disgusted and threw her bag in his face. "I'm willing to eat street food with him because I love him."

As soon as these words fell, Byron glanced at her with a playful expression, as if he was asking, "What do you love me about? How much do you love me?"