<b>Chapter </b><b>828 </b>
He clicked his tongue and then nced at Eugene’s hand that had been in his pocket the whole time. ” That scumbag<b>, </b>Timothy<b>, </b>sure ran fast. Can we now deal with your precious hand, the one that signs eight–figure contracts at the drop of a hat?”
Xander was not the only one injured; Eugene was also hurt. When Simon came over when he was done with his call, <b>he </b>saw the chaos. In the midst of it, some idiot decided to light up a sparkler,
In the confusion, it was about to be frown at Mnie. Fortunately, Eugene blocked him, but with so many people around<b>, </b>everyone’s attention was on Mnie and Xander. Nobody noticed him. Moreover<b>, </b>the idiot who was ying with the sparkler had picked a big <b>one</b>.
The burn on Eugene’s hand extended from his wrist to his palm. It had started to swell because he had not gotten it treated immediately. Simon took a photo of it with his phone<b>, </b>and Eugene looked at him coldly.
Simon exined, “Since you’re both injured like <b>this</b><b>, </b>we should <b>at </b><b>least </b>get somepensation for mental anguish<b>, </b>no?”
Xander needed to wait for <b>the </b>test results and for the doctor to give the <b>green </b>light before <b>he </b>could return <b>to </b>the vi<b>. </b>
The only ones who hade along were Mnie and Oliver, <b>while </b>Yvonne, Reny<b>, </b>and the others were
back in the vi.
When they returned, Merry was already <b>asleep</b>. Mnie felt relieved and went upstairs to wash up. When she was done<b>, </b>she saw Yvonne sitting on the bed and <b>scrolling </b>through her phone.
Seeing her approach, Yvonne handed her the phone. “Here<b>, </b>take <b>a </b>look.
“What is it?”
”
“Simon sent this to me<b>. </b>He said Eugene got injured. <b>I </b>think it’s a bit suspicious. When we left, he seemed perfectly fine<b>, </b>and there was no sign of injury <b>whatsoever</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
“Simon is really annoying. He must’ve randomly found a photo <b>online</b>.<b>” </b>Yvonne then thought about it for a moment. <b>“</b><b>But </b>why did <b>he </b>send me this photo? <b>He’s </b><b>not </b>thinking <b>of </b>having me persuade Xander not to pursue this matter, right<b>…</b>”
Yvonne took a random <b>guess </b>at Simon’s purpose in sending her the photo.
Mnie looked at the photo, lost in thought. Yvonne was not aware<b>, </b>but the <b>photo </b><b>background </b>was the clinic just now<b>, </b>and the color of the clothes matched <b>Eugene’s</b><b>. </b><b>Moreover</b>, when Eugene arrived just <b>now</b><b>, </b>he did have his hand in his <b>pocket</b>.
After ncing at it for some <b>time</b><b>, </b>Mnie withdrew <b>her </b><b>gaze</b>. What did it matter if Eugene was injured? It was not her concern.
<b>Just </b><b>as </b>she was about <b>to </b>look away from Yvonne<b>, </b><b>her </b>phone rang. She checked it and saw a friend request<b>. </b>It was from <b>a </b>familiar gray silhouette <b>profile </b><b>picture</b>. The only <b>difference </b>was that this time, the name <b>was </b><b>“</b><b>2</b><b>“</b><b>. </b>
Mnie <b>did </b>not respond. After sleeping for a while and then checking her phone again<b>, </b>she saw two more friend requests from <b>“</b><b>2</b><b>“</b>. The person seemed very persistent. Mnie <b>epted </b>the <b>request </b>and
then went <b>to eat</b>.
Since <b>Xander </b><b>was </b>injured<b>, </b>no one was interested in skiing anymore<b>, </b><b>so </b>they stayed in <b>the </b>vi.
In the afternoon<b>, </b><b>the </b><b>doorbell </b>rang. When Mnie opened the <b>door</b>, she <b>saw </b>Simon standing there with a few other young men. He had his arm hooked around one of them<b>, </b>a guy with red hair and a rebellious <b>look </b>on his <b>face</b>.
“Mnie, Timothy said he feels guilty about what happenedst night and came to apologize <b>to </b><b>you</b><b>,</b><b>” </b>Simon said simply.
Timothy lifted his head up arrogantly, not even bothering <b>to </b>look at Mnie.
Simon paused and added, “Eugene told him toe.”