Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband-Chapter 8 - : Chapter 8: The Cost of Plotting Against the Young Lord!

Chapter 8: Chapter 8: The Cost of Plotting Against the Young Lord!

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“Tell you what, if you want to scheme against Baron Stuart, you’ll have to pay the price!” After he said that, Baron Stuart couldn’t control himself any longer and began to tear at Emily Walker’s clothes!

Emily, who had been struggling, suddenly stopped when she heard his words, momentarily forgetting to resist.

Baron Stuart? Which Baron Stuart? The Young Lord from Futuren Group?

“Baron…you, you are the Young Lord from Futuren Group…uh–” Before she could finish speaking, Emily’s lips were rudely sealed by someone!

If he really was the Young Lord of Futuren Group…then could her plan begin?

Anyway, if this man was indeed the famous man in the world, even if her plan failed, at least she would get the surgery fees for her little brother!

The heir of Futuren Group, wouldn’t he have at least 600,000?

Amidst the wild frenzy on the bed, Baron Stuart was deeply attracted to her ordinary body, time and time again losing himself. However, he couldn’t understand why the girl who had just been struggling became ‘submissive’ after hearing his name. Sure enough, she wanted to confirm his identity first!

Emily felt somewhat uncomfortable for the first time, tears sliding down her eyes. As long as her little brother could wake up, what was selling her own body worth!

Baron Stuart accidentally saw her teary eyes. He didn’t understand why she was crying now. Wasn’t she the one who schemed against him? Did she feel wronged now?

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The next day

At 8 AM, Emily woke up with an exhausted body, the soreness making her frown.

She couldn’t help but wonder if all men were so crazy in that aspect, as the memory of last night’s madness lingered in her mind — it almost killed her!

Opening her eyes, the man beside her had long left. Emily sat on the bed, looking at the luxurious room, and her eyes fell on a neatly folded set of clothes on the bedside table.

She picked up the clothes suspiciously and looked at them. They were summer women’s clothes, and upon checking the size, they were the smallest—about the same size as hers. Were they for her?

Without thinking too much, Emily took the clothes and headed to the bathroom. When she came out dressed, her cell phone in the small backpack rang.

Emily felt anxious, suddenly realizing it was almost 8:30 AM.

Damn, she was going to be late for work!

She quickly grabbed her cell phone from her bag and glanced at the caller ID, then paused.

It was Dr. Fraser…

“Hello?”

“Lady Carter, given your brother’s current condition, I suggest we perform the surgery immediately. You don’t want him lying in bed forever, do you?” Dr. Fraser’s voice came through the phone.

“Dr. Fraser, um…can you please perform the surgery on my brother first, and I promise I’ll make up the surgery fees as soon as possible.” Emily’s tone was pleading. She couldn’t bear to lose her brother, as he was the only family she had left.

Dr. Fraser hesitated, “Lady Carter, I’m only working for someone else, I’m afraid I can’t help you with this. If you really can’t get the surgery fees, why don’t you negotiate with our Director?”

Dr. Fraser knew Emily well and was aware that she was someone who kept her promises. However, there was nothing he could do about this matter.

How could she bring herself to negotiate with the Director? She already owed the hospital a lot for her brother’s stay. But if they didn’t perform the surgery now, the longer they waited, the less likely her brother would ever wake up.