At Nevaeh's words, his brow furrowed deeply, and anger began to rise on his face.
The idea of marrying for luck to save a life was completely ridiculous.
Nevaeh was being forced to press her finger into the ink pad, and as her index finger hovered above it, she pleaded helplessly, "I agree to the divorce. Just give me three days. After three days, you won't even have to remind me, I'll sign the papers, okay?"
"What kind of woman do you think I am? Do you really think I would believe you?" Cassius's voice was icy, with no trace of warmth.
He ordered, "Press it!"
A woman who thought she could save his life with such arrogance… was just delusional.
Offering her two hundred million was already a very generous deal.
"Please, no!" Nevaeh struggled hard.
After all this time, she was finally so close to finding out about her grandmother. How could she throw it all away now?
"Not good, young master! The old master… he fainted!"
Just as she was about to press her finger down, Hussein rushed into the room.
Chaos broke out instantly.
"How could Grandpa suddenly faint?" As soon as he heard the news, Cassius felt a wave of panic.
He didn't even have time to keep watching Nevaeh.
He told his bodyguards, Girard and Sawyer, to help him into a wheelchair, and quickly rushed to his grandfather's room, leaving Frank behind to watch over Nevaeh.
Frank understood what his boss wanted and said, "Ms. Nevaeh, you might as well just sign the papers and get it over with. You can't fight the big picture."
Nevaeh didn't reply right away.
She looked at Frank calmly and asked, "Have your eyes been feeling dry lately? Do you keep having dreams when you sleep, find it hard to wake up, and feel super tired at work, with no energy?"
"How did you know?" Frank was shocked.
"Staying up late and working too much can mess with your brain nerves and throw off your sleep. That ends up messing with your energy and mood," Nevaeh explained. "Here, I'll give you a prescription. You'll feel better in a day, and after three days, you'll be totally fine."
She wrote down the prescription on the back of the divorce agreement and handed it to Frank.
Frank looked suspicious. "Is this legit? I've had this habit of dreaming every night since high school, almost ten years! You really think a few doses of medicine can fix that?"
"How will you know if you don't try?" Nevaeh shrugged.
Frank was stunned. He hadn't expected Nevaeh to actually know medicine.
He wasn't sure if it would work, but he figured it was only a few doses. He'd been dealing with this for years anyway, so it wouldn't hurt to try.
"Whether it works or not, I still want to say thank you."
"No need to thank me," Nevaeh said, pointing at the divorce papers. "But I really can't sign this."
"Why not?" Frank Lee was confused. "You haven't really fallen for our president, have you? I mean, I get it, he's super handsome and rich. Women in Ann Lin are lining up to marry him. You don't even have to try; it's like winning the lottery!"
Nevaeh Huck: …
So narcissism really is contagious.
There were a lot of things she couldn't explain, so she just smiled awkwardly and let him think what he wanted.
"How about a deal? I help you with your condition, and you delay the agreement for three days," Nevaeh said, putting her hands together and giving a pleading look.
Frank looked conflicted, but when he saw her serious expression, he nodded. "Three days, max. I can't help you after that."
Nevaeh Huck: "Three days is enough."
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After sorting out the divorce agreement, Nevaeh left the room and headed to the hospital to visit grandfather.
Earlier, when she had picked up the bracelet, she checked his pulse and could tell he was healthy, he just had a little old arthritis in his legs.
So why did he suddenly faint?