Not far away, two people walked out of the lounge. It was Shannon’s personal assistant and maid.
Be quickly pulled Arnold with her and hid behind a pir, secretly eavesdropping on them.
The maid muttered, “What’s wrong with Madam Shannon recently?
She’s acting weird.”
“Yeah, she was fine on the way here. Now, she asked me to bring her clothes because she felt cold.
But when she put on the jacket, she said it was too thick and scolded me for it.” The assistant looked
indignant.
“Not just that! I wonder what’s going on with Madam Shannon’s body? Her body temperature is so
unstable, and her appetite has
increased!”
The maid looked around cautiously and said, “Did you know that I once saw Madam Shannon in the
kitchen at midnight, eating the d inside the fridge?”
“How is that possible? Madam Shannon never eats desserts to
maintain her figure!”
“Who knows? She was stuffing her mouth with cake. I was horrified…”
Be and Arnold heard them clearly, both frowning.
“Also…”
The maid inched closer to the assistant and whispered in a lower voice, “Did Madam Shannon have an
affair?”
The assistant’s face turned pale, nudging the maid. “If you want to stay alive, you’d better take these
words to your grave! We grew up together, so I’ll let this slide. But you can’t say this to another person!
Do you hear me?”
“Fine! But did Madam Shannon have an affair?” The maid insisted.
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“I don’t know the specifics, but Madam Shannon kept going for cosmetic treatments recently, and she
has been quite close with that handsome young doctor. But we can’t conclude that she’s having an
affair just because of this.”
The two then disappeared from the doorway.
Be, who heard everything, frowned and was lost in her thoughts.
“Hmm… This sounds weird.” Arnold rubbed his chin.
“You think it’s weird too?”
“A sudden increase in appetite, feeling hot and cold, unstable
emotions… These abnormal symptoms sound like someone wh
trying to give up on drugs.”
Be curled her lips coldly and walked to a corner. Her back faced
Arnold as she dialed a number.
Someone picked up the call soon. A young male voice spoke with a
respectful and polite tone. “Ms. Thompson, you finally contacted me.”
Be said, “Simon, it’s been quite some time. How have you been?”
“Thanks to you, my cosmetic clinic has been thriving. Everything is
fine.”
Simon Fairchild was a talented stic surgeon who came from a poor family. He was admitted to
Savrow’s top university with excellent academic results. However, due to his family condition and his
father’s early death, coupled with his mother’s illness, the heavy burden on him almost made him give
up on his studies.
Later on, Wyatt used Be’s name to establish a joint schrship foundation with the university. Be
selected Simon as one of the recipients from the vast number of students.
Their rtionship was not purely between a beneficiary and a sponsor. Over the years, Be
asionally asked about his academic life, although they had never met.
Although Be was the daughter of the wealthiest family in Hatchbay, she did not look down on him at
all. Whenever Simon gathered the courage to email her, she would definitely reply within three day
To Simon, Be was not only his benefactor. She was also a light that pulled him out of hell.
He would provide his assistance to Be as long as she wanted it
would do anything for her at any time.
“Simon, has Shannon Quarry been getting injections from you recently?” Be lowered her voice.
“Yes. Shees every week. At first, she only took one shot. Now,
she needs three injections to be satisfied.”
Simon smiled coldly. “As the dosage increases, the side effects will
be more obvious. If I’m not mistaken, she may be binge eating,
feeling cold for no reason, and suffering from insomnia.”