Chapter 381

Alyssa said, “Isabelle, I don’t think your acupuncture technique was useless. Could it be that Mr. Caldwell was already about to wake up after you administered the needles?” What she meant was that the patient was already about to wake up, but Ophelia interrupted and made it seem like she was the one who woke him, stealing Isabelle’s credit!

Wade furrowed his brow and pondered, “It was not impossible.” This ambiguous statement almost acknowledged Alyssa’s point.

Isabelle’s face immediately changed when she thought about how the butler had just thanked Ophelia profusely but didn’t even look at her. She felt extremely resentful.

On the way back home, she suddenly said to the driver, “Go to Sunset Vista!” To deal with Ophelia, she planned to strike at the root. Isn’t Winford from Sunset Vista the most famous enigma of Minston? Is there a better opportunity for fame than this?

Sunset Vista.

“Mr. Winford, Isabelle wanted to see you.” Graham entered and reported, his face bearing a somewhat strange expression.

Winford’s attention was focused on the phone in front of him, where a small red dot—Ophelia’s location—was slowly moving. Wasn’t she supposed to be attending National Medical School at this time? How did she end up at Ventura University? What happened? Why didn’t I hear her and him say anything?

The man furrowed his brows, absentmindedly, his mind completely occupied by the girl’s figure, not caring at all about what Graham said. He didn’t even glance up and said coldly, “Not seeing.”

“But she said… she could cure Mr. Winford’s illness.”

Winford’s fingers, which were tapping on the table, suddenly stopped. He abruptly lifted his deep, cold eyes and said, “Can you cure my illness?”

In that moment, Graham was taken aback by the man’s imposing demeanor. He respectfully lowered his head and said, “Isabelle said so.”

Winford’s eyes were as deep as a cold pool, with a fierce and dangerous aura that made people’s hearts tremble.

“Let her in,” he finally said.

Graham responded and turned away. Soon, Isabelle was brought in.

“Mr. Winford,” Isabelle approached the man, trying hard to maintain a composed demeanor. However, she soon realized that she had overestimated herself and underestimated Winford. His presence was simply too overwhelming for her to withstand. With just a glance from him, sweat started to seep out of her forehead in tiny droplets. It was as if she was being stared at by some extremely dangerous presence, causing her body to become somewhat stiff.

“Do you know what illness I had?” After a thorough examination, Winford finally averted his gaze, his expression serious, unable to distinguish between joy and anger.

Isabelle remained calm and said, “Mr. Winford asked me to check, and then I would know.”

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmospheric pressure around Winford dropped drastically. “So you don’t know anything about my physical condition at all, and you’re just deceiving me by saying that you can cure me?”

He didn’t hesitate and immediately turned his face, “Someone, come!”

Isabelle’s face changed, and she hurriedly said, “Although I don’t know the specifics, based on rumors, I had a pretty good guess about Mr. Winford’s condition! I just need to confirm it again!”

Winford raised his hand. The cold-faced bodyguard, who was about to throw someone out, immediately stepped back.

“Speak.” Winford coldly stared at Isabelle, commanding.

Isabelle gritted her teeth. She had intended to deceive this man before coming, and ultimately make him beg for her help. However, she never expected that she would completely lose control from beginning to end!