Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 634: Do You Know Who My Target Is

Miles Sterling frowned at the girl crying beside his bed. No matter how much he tried to remember, he couldn’t recall having such a sister.

Annoyed by her wailing, Miles reached out to push her shoulder and reminded her with a frown, "You’ve got the wrong person."

The girl lifted her head suddenly, her face still wet with tear drops, looking incredibly pitiful and almost inviting sympathy: "S-sorry."

Miles impatiently closed his eyes and spat out a single word: "Leave."

Jasmine Lucas’s lips twitched. Although she hadn’t investigated Miles Sterling’s background, she had heard from her sisters about his flirtatious nature.

A notorious playboy refusing even a pretty girl like her?

Could it be that her innocent schoolgirl outfit didn’t pique his interest?

Or perhaps Miles, lying in the hospital bed, was too drained to think about relationships?

"...Uncle, I think I’ve seen you before," Jasmine spoke again, still with a pitiful and tearful voice.

Miles opened his eyes again, squinting at Jasmine, his doubtful gaze seemingly questioning her words, pondering whether among the women he’d been with, there was anyone like this underdeveloped girl who called him "Uncle."

Jasmine, looking timid, said, "When I was working at a bar, you helped me out. Do you remember?"

Upon hearing this, Miles impatiently said, "You’ve got the wrong person. Now leave!"

Would he help a bar waitress? He never bothered with such things.

"I can’t be wrong!" Jasmine said confidently, "That night, you saved me. I’ve been wanting to thank you in person, but you never returned to that bar. I didn’t expect to see you here..."

"I’m not in the mood for this. Leave now."

Jasmine immediately showed a hurt expression: "S-sorry, I’ll leave right away!"

After speaking, Jasmine turned and ran out of the room, melodramatically wiping a tear as if she was heartbroken.

Miles paid no mind to this incident, closing his eyes again with a sense of irritation, unwilling to listen to any noise.

Jasmine left the hospital room and headed toward the restroom to touch up her makeup.

Although Miles’s reaction wasn’t exactly what she expected, everything was still under control.

Jasmine was confident in dealing with men who enjoyed flirting with women. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"What are you doing here?"

In the mirror, Jasmine saw a woman in a white coat standing behind her. She leisurely put away her lipstick and turned to the person behind her, smiling with red lips: "Isn’t it Ms. Porter? Weren’t you in obstetrics? What are you doing here?"

Catherine Porter didn’t answer Jasmine’s question and continued asking, "I’m asking why you’re here!"

Jasmine looked at her, somewhat baffled: "What’s wrong, Ms. Porter? Can’t I come to the hospital?"

Catherine unhappily said, "Did you meet with Audrey Sutton?"

Jasmine raised her eyebrows, nodding slightly with a hint of smugness: "Yeah, she’s my new client. What’s wrong, Ms. Porter?"

Catherine paused and asked, "Client? What did she ask you to do?"

Jasmine curved her eyes and smiled innocently, saying, "Client privacy. I have to keep it confidential from anyone not involved in the task. You know this rule, right, Ms. Porter?"

"Director Porter, there’s a meeting. Aren’t you going?" A woman in the same white coat said, greeting Catherine as she walked by.

Catherine immediately changed her previously stern expression and replied with a friendly smile, "I’m on my way."

After watching her colleague leave, Catherine turned to Jasmine with a threatening look, "You know who my target is. If you dare mess things up, don’t blame me for being ruthless."

After speaking, Catherine turned and left through a side security passage, while Jasmine looked after Catherine with disdain, muttering, "Think age equals power? Do you have any say within The White Mist Alliance?"

Catherine’s target is Audrey Sutton? What target? What does that mean? Trying to steal my big client? Wishful thinking! She doesn’t even know her own weight!

In front of the meeting room, Evan Sutton and Catherine Porter met. After a brief exchange of glances, Evan was the first to look away, quickly striding into the meeting room.

Seating was pre-arranged according to departments, and the two were seated far apart, preventing Catherine from making any moves.

After the meeting, the dean separately kept back some doctors, including Catherine, who were to be sent to the medical school for teaching.

Evan sorted the meeting materials and left the room with the crowd.

A young female doctor from the same department caught up with Evan, jokingly asking, "Director, is what they’re saying true?"

Evan paused and looked at the female doctor with confusion, asking, "What?"

"About you and Dr. Porter from obstetrics. The whole hospital is talking about it, and you don’t know?"

Evan immediately frowned, speaking coldly, "I barely know her."

The young doctor seemed skeptical: "Really? I often see Dr. Porter coming to your office, and during the meeting, I noticed her looking at you several times!"

Evan, displeased with the topic, couldn’t help but quicken his pace, his tone less patient and warm than before, "It’s all rumor. I have nothing to do with her."

Noticing Evan’s displeasure, the female doctor only let out a slightly disappointed "Oh" and dared not say more.

Evan returned to his office and drank down half a glass of cold water from the table, taking a deep breath to calm his inner emotions.

The assistant knocked and said, "Director Sutton, there are quite a few people waiting outside. Are you ready? Shall I start calling them in?"

Evan nodded, "Go ahead."

After adjusting his mood, setting aside these bothersome emotions, he resumed his usual gentle demeanor to consult with the adorable children.

The line outside was mostly parents with young children. Only in the corner sat a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old girl, who neither seemed like a patient meant for pediatrics nor a parent with a child. She seemed like a sister accompanying a younger sibling, yet she wasn’t interacting with anyone, sitting in the corner with her phone. When the numbers were called from the hall, she would look up to see how many more were ahead of her.