CHAPTER 849: CHAPTER 848

"Do you really think a few guards can keep me here?"

"There’s been a misunderstanding. Your people asked us to arrange some food for you for your welcome. Please join the VIP suite to have some rest."

Off to the side, Derrick couldn’t believe his eyes. The world-renowned Dr. Bell was in fact a strikingly beautiful and poised young lady. His heart surged into a rapid beat.

So young, yet already earned the esteemed title of Dr. Bell.

She was completely captivating.

Rosemary made her way into the VIP room, only to find Horace, legs crossed, lounging on the bed munching on potato chips.

"Ah, Boss, you’ve arrived?"

At the sight of Rosemary, Horace, his cheeks still puffed out tooting chips, urged with excitement: "These chips are divine. You should have some."

The bodyguards in the room gazed at Rosemary with deep respect. After all, she was the savior who had saved their boss Sean’s life.

"Boss, is the surgery done? Sean’s still alive, isn’t he?" Horace queried.

"What do you think?"

"With Boss up to the task, of course he is! Hey!" Horace laughed, pressing a chip into Rosemary’s lips.

"They said we can’t leave until Sean comes around, right? Come sit by me. I’ve saved some special snacks just for you."

Rosemary was speechless.

Horace tore open another bag of chips and tossed it to the side. The bodyguards darted forward with bowls at the ready. Rosemary could tell Horace had his amusements; he had them working up a sweat even in the chilly winter.

The passage of time went unnoticed.

One of the guards took a call and, after a whispered exchange, guns were suddenly drawn on Rosemary and Horace.

Horace, lording over the guards just a second ago, was now utterly dumbfounded as he found seven or eight men surrounded him and Rosemary. "What’s the meaning of this? You dare point guns at your boss Sean’s life-saver?"

The lead bodyguard responded with deference, "Boss Sean’s awake. He’s requested to see you."

Horace hadn’t expected such a turn of events from Sean. With only two pieces of snacks left, he quickly popped one into Rosemary’s mouth and took the other for himself before moving to the VIP room

next door.

On the hospital bed.

Sean lay half-reclined, his commanding allure and rogue charm as strong as ever, his intimidating presence unwavering.

He seemed not like a man fresh out of surgery, but rather like someone awakened from a restful sleep,his demeanor calm and collected.

He smiled, looking at the pair before him, while all the bodyguards aimed their guns at them.

"Shall we talk now?" Sean asked Rosemary with a playful edge. "Why were you digging into Sam? And why are you so interested in that island?"

"You backstabber." Horace was astounded. Sean was reneging on their deal. After all, Boss Rose had performed the surgery, and now Sean was double-crossing them.

"All’s fair in love and war," Sean quipped with a more sinister smile, as if schooling a naive subordinate.

However, Rosemary too, formed her lips into a knowing smile. "I seem to have forgotten to mention, the prescription I gave your men earlier should have seventeen ingredients. But I listed only sixteen."

Sean’s smile stiffened abruptly.

Steward and the rest of the bodyguards were taken aback, not expecting the girl to have an ace up her sleeve.

"As for the seventeenth ingredient, I’ll let you know once we’re safely out of here," Rosemary continued smoothly.

Sean scoffed, "How do I know you’re telling the truth?"

"Right now, you don’t have much of a choice but to trust me, do you?" Rosemary shot back.

The operation was her doing, and without her insight for the follow-up treatment, how swiftly and how fully Sean would heal were all in her hands.

"This is what’s called ’All’s fair in love and war’," Rosemary smiled, tossing Sean’s own words back at him.

Sean’s smile turned even more devilish, likely not expecting the young lady to be so cunning. With a casual flick of his wrist, his men stood down, their weapons no longer pointed at them.

"Sean said he’d sell me the island," Rosemary stated as she pulled out a contract from her bag and laid it on the hospital tray table. "I’ve already drawn up the agreement."

Of course, she had to keep her true identity secret, so the signature on the document was Horace’s.

"Now it just needs Sean’s signature."

As she spoke, Rosemary placed a check on the tray table, "Here are the five million dollars."

All duly noted with the date and amount.

"All Sean has to do is write his name on the ’pay to the order of’ line, and then he can cash it at the bank."

"Hmm."

Sean couldn’t help but chuckle with a playful interest, seemingly surprised that the young lady was so well-prepared. "And what if I refuse to sign?"

"Then there’s no guarantee for your follow-up treatment," Rosemary reminded him bluntly, "What if the seventeenth ingredient for your treatment slips my mind, or if you suffer complications after surgery, or need an additional operation to remove blood clots from your heart?"

After all, no doctor could guarantee a cure.

Steward hadn’t anticipated Rosemary daring to use the prescription as leverage over Sean. But what really threw them was realizing that indeed, they had no way to counter her.

"Pass me the pen."

Sean maintained a carefree smile, looking more like a tiger toying with a kitten than a man at Rosemary’s mercy.

Reluctantly, Steward uncapped the pen and handed it to Sean. He watched as Sean swiftly signed his name.

In the next instant, Rosemary snatched the contract away.

"Pleasure doing business with you," Rosemary said as she turned to leave.

Sean gestured his men to open the door for her, and the whole room observed as Rosemary and her entourage left unobstructed.

"Rosemary, you’re incredible," Horace looked at Rosemary with undisguised admiration. "No wonder you said after the surgery, you’d have a way to get me out."

Rosemary was the epitome of reassurance!

In the hospital room.

"Sean, once she gives us the seventeenth ingredient, I swear I’ll bring her back," Steward pledged,anxious to soothe any potential anger from Sean.

"It’s been a while since I’ve met someone this interesting," Sean reflected, lips curving broadly into a smile. "Don’t you think she’s about the same age as Serena, but far more intriguing?"

"She’s nothing like Serena." Steward jumped to Serena’s defense.

"No, she’s decidedly more fascinating than Serena."

Shortly afterwards, Steward received a phone call and his expressions turned quickly to awkwardness.

After a series of beeps signaled the end of the call, he turned to Sean with a look too complex for words.

"Sean, the caller just informed us there’s no seventeenth ingredient. The prescription contains only sixteen."

In other words, they had been played by the young lady!

Sean’s smile widened; The young lady really did play by her own rules.

Although she wasn’t his cup of tea, an idea came to him—it wouldn’t be bad to have her as a little sister. At the very least, life would never be dull.

"Sean, do you want me to fetch her back?"

"There’s no need," Sean replied, displaying no interest in capturing her, on the contrary, feeling somewhat excited about their next encounter. He wondered what kind of surprise this young lady would

bring him.