"Oh my god. Something as simple as an IV, how could I not know? How could I not know."

Tyson scratched his head, feeling a little frustrated, but he still sat down, lifting Ashley's hand.


Everything was ready, but...

"Tyson, slowly put it in, tell me the truth, do you know how to give an IV to someone?"

The needle in Tyson's hand was suddenly startled by that voice and mistakenly inserted the needle into the vein, the expression of the man standing next to him immediately became heavy: "Tyson, if you don't know, then you have to say it, let me find someone who knows, don't brag."


Who bragged?

Milan, if you didn't suddenly startle me, would I have put the needle in the wrong place?


'Stop talking, Milan, if I don't put this needle incorrectly, I'll write a resignation letter tomorrow and go back to work for the old man, okay?"

Tyson successfully demonstrated... he knows how to give people IVs.

"I told you, I'm a genius, how could I not know how to do something as simple as this? Milan, I'll tell you, I'm your doctor, talented but unable to use it.

You should be happy."

Tyson immediately felt proud, not to mention how frustrated he was just now, Milan's mouth was like a poisonous puffer fish. "Give you a raise."

Tyson was proud and wanted to criticize Milan, but the other party said gently. "I will give you a raise."

Tyson was not short of money, if he cared about money, he would have directly returned to his father's Group to take over the position of the young master that originally belonged to him, become the general manager, and then stay by his father's side, that way he could earn a lot of money, and earn it even faster.

"Milan, did you do this on purpose? I helped your little girlfriend recover from her illness, and you still deliberately blame me?"

Unexpectedly, Tyson said what was in his heart without thinking.

Then it was over.

In a flash.

The atmosphere was tense, the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

"Little girlfriend? Who are you talking about?"

In a flash, Milan's voice was as cold as ice.

After Tyson finished speaking, he also blamed himself, but seeing Milan's cold expression, he immediately glanced at Ashley who was sleeping on the sofa.

A sudden anger rose in his heart, and he said it all frankly: "Who? Isn't it Ashley?"

Tyson sneered: "Milan, don't say it's not her, if she's not your little girlfriend, then why do you care about her life and death, what does her fever have to do with you, don't say it's because you pity her."

"Milan, what kind of person are you, you don't know, I don't even know since when a boss like you has such compassion. Moreover, if she's not your girlfriend, then why did you drive her to the hospital in the middle of the night? Don't admit it."

Meadow felt that, at this moment, she was a bit inappropriate to be here.

"Mr. Milan, if there's nothing else, I'll go out first..." and then she left.

"Wait. Just leave her here, you take good care of her, if she wakes up, tell her, she fainted, so you call an acquaintance to help her with IV."

Milan coldly, quickly ordered, reached out to grab Tyson's arm, pulled him out, dragged him out of the office, and then dragged him down the stairs.

"Let go of my hand. Milan, I warn you, if you don't let me go, I will hit you." Tyson was dragged straight into the stairs by Milan, just reaching the stairs, Tyson shouted, Milan immediately pushed him forward: "You want to hit me? Alright, come here, let's fight."

Seeing Milan start, Tyson immediately scolded himself: Oh my god, who wants to attack him? "Hey, slow down, we are friends, there is nothing we can't talk about."

Milan's handsome face became even colder: "Tyson, the matter between me and that woman, you know best."

Tyson knew Milan was reminding him not to talk about the matter between him and Ashley anymore.

"... Then why do you care about her life and death so much?" Does it have anything to do with him?

Milan's long and narrow phoenix eyes were slightly cold, and he opened his thin lips: "Even if it is something I don't need, before I nod, regardless of whether she lives or dies, I have to hold it in my hands." The coldness in his eyes startled Tyson. "So, Tyson, do you understand?"

Tyson looked at Milan, silent for a moment, then he raised his head: 'Milan, do you hate her that much?"

'She killed Gina."

Just one sentence leaves Tyson speechless.

She killed Gina – that was enough to make Milan angry.

'Everyone must be responsible for their wrongdoings." Milan coldly said to Tyson, then turned and left.

Downstairs in the lobby of Paradise Club, a BMW was parked there, Milan stepped on the gas and drove away.

Putting on his Bluetooth headset, he made a phone call: 'Christian, I'll be there soon."

Just a short sentence.

Milan's heart was very bad at the moment, 'very" bad.

Tyson, his mind was a bit abnormal today, so he spoke nonsense like that.

Is Ashley his little girlfriend?

Haha~ Sitting in the driver's seat, the man's thin lips curved into a cold smile… Did he care about her? That woman? Ashley?

So why did he drive her to the hospital late at night?

In Milan's mind, this doubt also appeared.

Although he was driving, his mind was thinking about something else, his mind was still thinking and analyzing the answer to that question.

The only explanation was: He still didn't want to let that woman go easily.

'A human life, only three years. Too cheap for her." When he arrived, he stepped on the brake, and this thought immediately flashed through Milan's mind.

'Boss, you're here." Christian was waiting at the door.

This was a warehouse.

'Where is she?" The man got out of the car, his long legs walking towards Christian.

'Come in, let me lead the way." Christian didn't say much, few words but many meanings, leading Milan deeper into the warehouse.