<h4>Chapter 542: Chapter 542: Cannot Let Her Be in Danger</h4>


    Upon hearing thetter part, Alice Green’s face turned extremely grim.


    She pursed her lips, showing an unhappy expression, and after a long silence, she asked suppressing her anger: "Who is it this time?"


    "You’ll be notified in advance when the timees."


    "Is it possible to take a break from tasks for a while? I want to rest." Knowing full well that Maxwell Saxon, this Demon, is unlikely to show her any sympathy, Alice Green still clung to a glimmer of hope, hoping he’d have at least a bit of humanity left.


    However...


    "Alice, to reach our goals sooner, I’m afraid you’ll have to work hard for us." Under Alice Green’s fiery gaze, Maxwell Saxon’s smile was elegant and captivating as he curled his lips and said: "When things settle down, I’ll give you a long vacation."


    "Hypocrite."


    Alice Green sneers, turns around, and storms out of the office.


    Maxwell Saxon takes out the lipstick again to look at it, then slowly returns to his seat by the desk.


    A thick stack of documents piled up like a small mountain, he’s only gone through less than a third.


    The injured hand still hurts; the wound is too deep, making the whole hand unable to perform tasks, and he can only sign with his left hand.


    He ced his hand wrapped like a dumpling on the desk, his dark eyes squinted slightly, revealing a trace of strange emotion.


    Alice Green was surprised he would go to such lengths to protect Scarlett Yates, in fact, he himself was also shocked at his actions.


    At that moment, he acted purely on instinct to protect her, with only one thought in mind: he couldn’t let her be in danger.


    As for his own safety, he momentarily forgot about it.


    He looked at his swollen hand bandaged like a dumpling, shook his head with a smile, sighed helplessly and muttered: "Scarlett Yates, wasn’t the trouble you brought me when we were young enough, that you still need to continue now?"


    "What should I do? You forgot me but fell for my enemy, so, should I consider you an enemy too?"


    --


    "Who is Miss Scarlett Yates of the Nursing Department?"


    The courier stood outside the Nursing Department, stretching out his voice to shout.


    "Scarlett, they’re calling you." After being isted by everyone, the only two people still willing to talk to her were Emily Taylor and Olivia Smith.


    Having lived in the same dormitory, the two actually had a good impression of Scarlett Yates.


    Though rumors were rampant, the two privately discussed and unanimously concluded that Scarlett Yates was not as frightening as the rumors suggested. Unlike others who gave her the silent treatment, the two would asionally chat with Scarlett Yates.


    Scarlett Yates had just gone on rounds with the doctor, returned to the department the next moment, and the courier was already at the door.


    "I’m Scarlett Yates, may I ask what brings you here?"


    Seeing the courier’s work uniform, Scarlett Yates suspiciously nced at the not-sorge box in his hand.


    She remembered she hadn’t bought anything online.


    "Miss Yates, this is your package, please sign for it." The courier handed the slip and pen to her.


    She blinked in confusion: "My package? But I haven’t bought anything, could you have made a mistake?"


    "Scarlett Yates from Saint Mercy Hospital Nursing Department, 23 years old, height 165, measurements xx, xx, xx, not very bright, these are the details provided by the sender. Did I get anything wrong?"


    Upon hearing thest line, Scarlett Yates couldn’t help but change her expression.


    What does ’not very bright’ mean?


    Damn it, who is it that even when sending a package, still has to insult her?