CEO’s Surrender With You I Can Never Win
Chapter 57

Chapter 57

This man must be vastly rich to spend three million on this small problem of which any doctor in the hospital could cure him.

"If you don't treat me, I will file a complaint. People say that whoever get complaints will be kicked out of the alliance. If so, it will be difficult for you to get rich with your medical skills." The man lay on the sofa and rubbed his beer belly with evil light flashing in his eyes.

This threat didn't intimidate Finley, but she was afraid of the trouble caused by this complaint.

This case was different from that one about Dirk.

Never mind. Wasn't it all about treatment?

Finley was a doctor and a qualified one.

"Give me your hand. I'll feel your pulse first." Finley sat down on the sofa nearby, took out a cushion. from her medical kit, and put it on the table.

The man stretched out his hand. Finley put her hand on the man's wrist and seriously felt the pulse.

The man had a chaotic pulse, and his kidney deficiency was grave. He must have too much s*x and get sick.

Finley was thinking about how to treat her patient.

The man put his fat hand on Finley's white and soft hand.

Finley flew into a rage. "What are you doing?"

The man immediately withdrew his hand.

The man leaned over with a smile and said, "Doctor, you are so beautiful. Why do you have to work so hard? What do you think of being my woman? I will provide for you for the rest of your life." Ha! It turned out that this man lusted for Finley.

Finley smiled faintly.

Right then, a big shot walked into the bar.

Bryan in a black suit appeared in the bar, causing quite a stir.

He put one hand in his pocket, slightly pursed his thin lips slightly pursed, and looked cold.

Harry and two serious bodyguards followed behind Bryan.

"Mr. Turner, Mr. Ralph is in Room No.2. He has something to do with the problematic perfume. He is only a manager but controls the whole supply chain for the foreign market. I think some. shareholders from the Turner family are his supporters."

"Got you," Bryan answered in a cold voice and walked to the room with steady steps.

At the door, Bryan heard a familiar voice from inside.

"Now, take off your pants. I'll give you an injection."

Finley took out a thin and long needle from the needle bag.

This injection would teach the man a lesson for sure.

Roy quickly unbuckled his belt and said obscenely, "You will double check on me personally if you cure me, won't you? Anyway, you will suffer no losses, hottie."

Finley glanced at the man with disdain. Sneering, she pinched the needle on her fingertip and was ready to put it into Roy.

Roy became a little flustered. It took him a long time to unbuckle the belt.

Roy took off his pants, and a pair of cartoon pants appeared.

Finley couldn't help bursting into laughter.

What a humiliation to the cartoon!

"Come, hottie." Excited, Roy was ready to take out his private parts with his trembling hand.

Bang!

The door of the private room was kicked open and then fell to the ground.

Bryan stood at the door like a gloomy iceberg, and his eyes were burning with rage.