She Killed My Ex novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62 Things I Didn't Want

Anderson successfully proved that he could needle and transfuse people!

"I've told you. I'm a genius. This is too easy for me. I can do anything. Bentley, I'm telling you, it was condescending for me to work as a personal doctor for you. You should be grateful."

Anderson suddenly felt elated. Not to mention how he was holding back his feeling. Bentley was mean back then.

"I'll give you a raise."

Anderson was trying to insult him condescendingly, but Bentley replied with no emotions, "I'll give you a raise.".

Anderson was not short of money. If he cared about money, he would go back to the Gunner Group to be a playboy, the general manager, and help his father. That way money would come more easily.

"Bentley, did you do it on purpose? I helped you to cure your little girlfriend, and you belittle me in return?"

Anderson was pissed off and said what he thought without thinking.

Now that was great!

Suddenly!

The atmosphere was tense, and the surrounding air was stagnant.

"Little girlfriend? Who are you talking about?" In a blink of an eye, Bentley's voice was cold.

After Anderson finished speaking, he also cursed himself. But seeing Bentley's cold appearance, he glanced at Caroline from the corner of his eye, who was sleeping on the sofa.

A wave of unreasonable anger rose, and he decided to flat it out,

"Who? Isn't it Caroline?"

Anderson sneered, "Bentley, don't try to deny it. Why do you care about her life and death if she is not your little girlfriend? Her fever is none of your business. Don't say that you're feeling sorry for her."

"Bentley, you may not know who you are. But I do know why Mr. President became so sympathetic."

"Besides, if she's not your little girlfriend. Why did you drive her by yourself to the hospital in the middle of the night? Cut the crap!"

Marissa felt that it was inappropriate for her to be here.

"Well, Mr. Shawn, if you don't mind, I'm gonna go," said Marissa.

"I'll leave you here with you. Keep an eye on her. If she wakes up, tell her that she has fainted, so you find an acquaintance to give her an intravenous drip."

Bentley's voice was cold as ice. He gave an order quickly and grabbed Anderson's arm. He pulled him out of the office and towards the stairwell.

"Let me go! Bentley, I warn you, if you don't let go, I will kick your ass."

Anderson was dragged straight to the stairwell by Bentley. While Anderson was threatening him, Bentley pushed him and said, "You want to beat me? OK, come on, make your move."

Bentley was warming up his muscles and bones. Anderson would curse himself: Fuck! Nobody wanted to fight him.

"Hey, take it easy. We can say anything."

Bentley's handsome face was even colder, he said, "Anderson, you knew better than anyone what happens between me and that woman."

Anderson knew that Bentley was reminding him not to talk about anything between Caroline and Bentley anymore.

"Then why do you care about her life or death? Is it your business?

Bentley looked unconcerned, and he opened his mouth and said, "Even if it is something that I dump, their life and death must be approved by me." The indifference of his eyes startled Anderson.

"So, Anderson, do you get it?" said Bentley.

Anderson looked at Bentley and was silent for a while. He raised his head again and said, "Ben, do you really think that you hate her that much?"