Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 221

Summer stood right in front of Wiona, her eyes lighting up with excitement. She grabbed Wiona’s arm. “Is that the guy you were looking for?”

The director looked at Wiona, his voice a little tense. “Is this... Mr. Sullivan?”

Wiona nodded.

Everyone watched her with curiosity. Off to the side, Louisa stared at Wiona like she’d swallowed something bitter, her face twisted with both disbelief and annoyance, as Wiona took her phone and stepped away.

Wiona answered quietly, “Mr. Sullivan.”

Louisa grumbled under her breath, “What’s so special about her?”

“Sure, she’s got some contacts, but that doesn’t mean anything.”

“She owes this to Cassian. Finding help is the least she can do.”

“I just can’t stand how she acts like she’s invincible, always above everyone else.”

The director gave her a sideways look. “Some contacts?”

“Miss, I think you’re underestimating what Ms. Morgan is capable of.”

“Her resources are way beyond ‘some.’”

“Think about it. Why was she able to get someone even I couldn’t reach?”

“Take me, for example.”

“If it weren’t for Ms. Morgan, I wouldn’t have come here to do this surgery myself.”

“If you were as capable, you could act high and mighty too.”

“So don’t try to dress up your jealousy and incompetence.”

Louisa was stunned. She never expected the director to speak up for Wiona like that. Her face flushed with embarrassment and anger, and her eyes filled with tears. “You—”

“How can you, as the director, say something like that? Isn’t that favoritism?”

“I’m going to report you!”

The director just snorted.

“Go ahead.”

“Let everyone see how you repay kindness with resentment.”

Louisa’s face turned even redder.

She tried to protest again, but Wilson tugged her away.

“Do you really want to embarrass yourself more?”

Bronwen stayed silent, her gaze following Wiona with a complicated look.

Summer finally spoke up. “Can you both stop it?”

“Wiona really wants to help Dad. I trust her.”

“If anyone keeps arguing, I’m gonna asking them to leave.”

She shot Louisa a warning look.

That was the last straw for Louisa. She shook off her father’s hand.

“The director said if L comes, my mentor has a seventy percent chance.”

“We’ll pay whatever it takes.”

Conrad replied, “L isn’t in Stonehill right now.”

Wiona’s heart sank.

There was some noise on Conrad’s end—a few loud pops.

Her nerves sharpened. Was that... gunfire?

“Mr. Sullivan, are you really okay?”

There was a long pause.

After a few seconds, his deep voice came through again. “I’m fine.”

“Someone’s setting off fireworks.”

Was that true? Wiona wasn’t sure, but she didn’t want to push. She wanted to ask where he was, but that felt like crossing a line. All she could say was, “Then... I won’t bother you anymore.”

If L wasn’t in Stonehill, she just had to accept it.

But Conrad said, “Let me speak to Dr. Rodman.”

The director took Wiona’s phone, suddenly looking humble as he stepped aside. “Mr. Sullivan, what can I do for you?”

Conrad asked right away, “Was someone giving Ms. Morgan a hard time?”

Dr. Rodman glanced at the crowd of art world big shots near the door and lowered his voice. “Ms. Morgan doesn’t seem to be at a disadvantage.”