My Destined Lover

Ignoring their surprise, he firmly introduced to them, “As you are all here, I don’t have to go around. Miss Taylor is now the CEO of our hospital.”Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

The attending doctor’s eyes widened in amazement — so young to be the CEO of a hospital?

The director was depressed. He said in a trembling voice, “Dean, you are kidding, right? She? The CEO? How is it possible…”

The dean did not know what had happened before and felt strange, “Why am I joking with you, Miss Taylor is the CEO of our hospital, what’s wrong with that?”

The director’s brain was instantly blank but thought, “It’s over It’s over. My career is over…

Now, he could not have imagined that his bad luck did not end.

Laura glanced at the director and slowly pulled out a file from her bag. “Dean, I just found something ‘interesting’. Do you want to take a look at it?”

The director was not in the mood to think about what was “interesting”. His mind was in turmoil and his heart was beating fast as if it was a sign of ominous.

“Something interesting? What is it?” The dean took the file from Laura’s hand with a puzzled look and looked at it.

In just a few seconds, his expression turned serious.

“Explain to me what the hell is going on here!” The dean viciously flung the file at the director s face.

The director had a bright red mark on his face. He didn’t react and instinctively grabbed the file, and looked down in confusion. When he saw the contents clearly, he panicked and said, “No, no! Dean, listen to my explanation!”

Now the director wanted to go back a few minutes before and slap himself hard! The document he had given Laura in the office was a record of the tax evasion he and others had committed while working at the hospital over the years!

The dean pulled a long face, “I was wondering how the hospital was missing so much public money, it turns out… It’s a waste of my trust and cultivation!”

The director was already crying in pain. He hugged the dean’s thigh, “I’m sorry, … I beg you, don’t fire me… I was wrong. I won’t dare to do it again…”

The dean said with disappointment, “I have to fire you. If you don’t confess the other compliance, I might have to call the police right away…”

“No! No!” The director broke down on the spot, “I confess! I’ll confess! Please don’t call the police, please…”

…

After the hospital inspection, the weekend was over.

The bell rang for class.

Mrs. Boote walked in with a long face. Her high heels made a constant sound as she stepped heavily on the floor as if to express her displeasure on behalf of her master.