Right Person, Wrong Time

Chapter 303

Chapter 303 Neurosurgeon

Nicole nodded and thought, Understandable…

“I will. Grandpa and my mom used to be close and I have also regarded him as my elder. So, I will visit him more often when I’m free.”

Amused by the seriousness on her face, Colton could not help the corners of his mouth being lifted into a smile as he softly replied, “Okay.”

…

The dark, ambiguous room was filled with a woman’s sweet moans combined with a man’s panting.

Once the haze was gone, Queenie lay softly on the bed while the man’s hand wandered around her body with a grin on his face.

“Tsk, Colton’s woman has a different taste.”

Although he had an honest look, the words that came out of his mouth were extremely lewd.

She lowered her gaze and suppressed the anger in her heart. She was now a prostitute who had to smile and please any men who came her way.

Queenie reined in the sorrow on her face. When she looked up at the man again, she had a bright smile accompanied with a youthful glow as she spoke coquettishly, “President Kohlberg, don’t you forget about our deal.”

As she said this, her fingers slowly drew circles on the man’s chest.

Bryan quickly grabbed her hand and cursed in a low voice, “You little demon. If you keep this up, you will die on this bed sooner or later!”

On the contrary, his words made her smile sweetly. Suddenly, she felt that it was worth it to sell her body as long as she could get what she wanted.

“President Kohlberg, after being with Colton for so many years, I naturally know all of his weaknesses. The rest is all dependent on you.”

After such a lustful session, Queenie’s voice was a little hoarse, which made her even more seductive.

He bared his teeth and chuckled. “With a body like yours, I’m happy just to be here even if you didn’t know any of Colton’s weaknesses.”

At that moment, she wrapped her hands around his body and leaned her chest against his. “Really? Then, it depends on the price you’re willing to pay.”

Bryan’s hands wandered around Queenie’s bosoms mischievously. “The old man in the Gardner Family is about to die.”

Without understanding the context, her eyes narrowed upon his response. Since she had nothing to do with the Gardners, she did not know what he was talking about.

Then, he continued, “I heard from people that Old Mr. Benedict only has half a year to live if he doesn’t go through with the surgery.” Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Narrowing her eyes even more, Queenie looked at the man below her and asked, “So, what’s the plan?”

“We’ll let that old man die early. By then, we can take advantage of the chaos in the Gardners and use the chance to throw them off the industry!” he exclaimed viciously.

As for Queenie, she had no care about Benedict’s life and death. Although she had met him a few times, the old man’s attitude toward her was neither good nor bad.

“What do you need me to do?” She quickly picked up on what Bryan was trying to say. For him to bring this up now, he must have wanted her to do something.

Undoubtedly, this filled him up with satisfaction when he realized how brilliant she was.

“I know a well-known neurosurgeon named Pierre Toth. When the time comes, you’ll find a way to get him going with Old Mr. Benedict’s operation.”

She was not dumb and immediately understood what he was trying to do, after which she placed her hands on him again and squinted. “Do you want Old Mr. Benedict to die on the operating table?”

“Exactly. You’re so smart,” he complimented mindlessly.

However, the shrewd Queenie replied with a smile, “If Old Mr. Benedict dies on the operating table by the hands of the neurosurgeon I introduced, I’ll be the first one to take the fall.”

She was not slow; as the frontman, she had to have a certain amount of leverage.

At that moment, Bryan reached out to caress her face. “Alright. Once this is over, I’ll not only give you a large sum of money, but I’ll also send you abroad. Once things have calmed down, I’ll pay for your return trip.”