Chapter 448 I Gave You Medicine to Treat Your Brain
Quinn swiveled his chair, and with a swift motion, faced Arabella directly.
"Why is it you?"
"It's you!"
Quinn and Arabella spoke in unison, each more excited, angrier, and more irritable than the other.
Brooklyn looked at Quinn, then at Arabella, his gaze shifting between them. "Do you two know each other?"
"Yes!"
"No!"
Quinn and Arabella spoke simultaneously again, their synchronization so perfect it seemed rehearsed hundreds of times.
Brooklyn was speechless.
"Arabella, do you know each other or not?" Brooklyn decided to tackle them individually.
Judging by their stance, they were moments away from rolling up their sleeves for a fight. Claiming they didn't know each other? No one would believe that.
Arabella gave Quinn a huge eye roll, the contempt in her gaze as if she were looking at her enemy.
Quinn, on the other hand, snorted disdainfully, clearly having a strong opinion about Arabella.
"We know each other, but not really." Arabella replied.
Quinn chuckled coldly several times, tapping his toe on the ground with a look of disdain. "Who cares to know you? You must have so many schemes that they stunted your growth."
Arabella wasn't about to let him mock her like that. She almost picked up a medical case file to hit Quinn over the head but managed to control herself at the last moment. "I don't argue with patients, especially those with heart conditions. I wish you a speedy recovery. Also, I suggest you visit the neurology department to check if there's something wrong with your brain besides your heart."
Brooklyn rubbed his brow. "Quinn, what did you do to Arabella to make her this angry? That's quite a feat."
Quinn pointed to his nose, looking aggrieved. "Me, to Arabella? Brooklyn, are you kidding? She doesn't look like someone easy to get along with. I should help you fire her."
Arabella's expression changed dramatically when he called out "Brooklyn," her eyes twitching as she looked at Brooklyn. "He called you Brooklyn?"
Quinn snorted. "What? You didn't know Scarlett's original name was Brooklyn Mitchell? I can tell you're not very capable. I advise you to be sensible and resign early."
Arabella gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and with her black-framed glasses perched on her nose, took a big step towards Quinn, leaning over to look at his annoying face. "I'm Scarlett's assistant. The one who should leave is you."
"You've got guts. Do you know who I am? How dare you talk to me like that?" Quinn crossed his arms over his chest, smirking arrogantly, playing the role of a spoiled rich boy to the hilt.
Arabella slipped her hands into the pockets of her white coat, adjusted her glasses, and gave him a cold look before deciding to ignore the tedious Quinn. She turned to Brooklyn. "Scarlett, what do you need me for?"
Brooklyn leaned against the desk, rubbing her temples. "Get him a glass of water."
Quinn, half-closing his eyes with a smug smile, waved his hand. "Ms. Warner, aren't you going?"
Arabella nodded, smiling with her teeth lightly clenched. "Alright! Please wait a moment!"
Quinn even clicked his tongue in disapproval. "Brooklyn, is this the assistant you just hired? Her image, her quality, her demeanor—none of it meets the standards for being your assistant. She's far inferior to Lisa."
"What's going on between you and my new assistant?" Brooklyn was confused.She stood, looking down at Quinn. After some thought, it seemed unlikely that a rich boy like Quinn would have any connection with someone who had always been in school like Arabella, unless Quinn had bullied Arabella first. Quinn, of all people, he had to pick on Brooklyn's assistant.
Quinn waved his hand, seemingly unwilling to revisit the past. "We met a few days ago at Aucester Medical University. I thought she looked so innocent, but who knew she was a scheming woman."
"Oh? How so?" Brooklyn was even more curious now. She knew Arabella wasn't someone to be trifled with, but such juicy news was too good to pass up.
Quinn reluctantly recounted the events of that day, ending with a string of expletives, clearly still angry about being extorted.
"So that's what happened. It seems I didn't hire the wrong person." Brooklyn smiled knowingly.
She had been worried her assistant might be someone easily bullied, someone she couldn't scold or reprimand. Now it seemed Arabella had the potential to be a valuable aide.
Quinn was stunned. "No way, Brooklyn? Are you sure you want to keep someone like Arabella around? Isn't that like planting a time bomb? I advise you to be very careful!"
Brooklyn patted Quinn's shoulder. "Who says the bomb will explode on me? It might just blow up someone else."
Quinn's mind suddenly clicked, and he shivered as he realized. "Brooklyn! You are smart! You have too many bad people around you. It's good to have an assistant. But Brooklyn, you should still be careful. Arabella is ruthless, definitely not as harmless as she looks."
Harmless?
Brooklyn really didn't know how Quinn got that conclusion. She had seen Arabella's background information. In terms of her origins, she was a heiress.
An heiress who was also a top student.
After a while, Arabella came in with a glass cup, the clear water inside swaying gently. "Here's the water you asked for."
Brooklyn glanced at the glass but said nothing, just smiled.
Quinn grabbed the glass of water and glared at Arabella. "Arabella, I'm warning you. You better behave while you're around Brooklyn. If I find out you're up to something behind our backs, I won't let you off."
Arabella nodded. "Alright! I definitely won't do anything behind your back."
'I prefer to do things openly!' she smirked.Quinn took a big gulp from the glass.
Suddenly, he spat out the mouthful of water, soaking a large part of the floor. "Damn it! What did you give me to drink?"
Arabella shrugged. "Aren't you having heart problems? And your brain isn't working too well either. I added some medicine for your brain. How does it taste?"
"You damn well tricked me, didn't you!"
Arabella's eyes curved slightly. "How could I dare? As a doctor, it's my duty to treat patients. Seeing you in such a state, how could I ignore it?"
Quinn grabbed Arabella's wrist. "Come with me! I usually don't hit women, but that doesn't mean I won't hit you."
Brooklyn stopped, "Alright, Quinn, let go. You said some pretty harsh things to her earlier, so it's no wonder Arabella teased you. Let's call it even."
"Brooklyn! I got the short end of the stick!" Quinn shouted.
"You're a man, can't you be a bit more magnanimous? Alright, you go back first."
Quinn glared at the smug Arabella, gritting his teeth and trembling with anger. "Just you wait, this isn't over between us."
"Wait? Sure, I'm not afraid of you. And by the way, Mr. Kingsley, I'm really puzzled. My idol is your sister-in-law, but you haven't learned a bit of her grace. Bye-bye, I will not see you out."
Quinn prided himself on being experienced with women, but Arabella was proving hard to figure out. "Don't get too cocky, Arabella. No matter how smug you are, you still have to serve me water."
Arabella smirked. "Really? I'll show you that I can do more than just serve water; I can also give you an injection."
After sending Quinn off, Brooklyn said to Arabella, "Notify Jake, we'll have a meeting in ten minutes. There's a surgery tonight, and you two should observe and learn."
"Got it, Dr. Taylor."
"Wait." Brooklyn called out to Arabella before she left the office.
"Arabella, from now on, just call me Dr. Mitchell."
"Dr. Mitchell? I thought your last name was Taylor?" Arabella was confused.
"Do I need to explain it to you, Arabella?" Brooklyn's eyes flashed, her tone gentle but with an undeniable pressure.
"No need, Dr. Mitchell."
Scarlett was just about to enter the operating room when her phone rang.
Seeing the number, Scarlett gestured for her assistants to go in first and took the call outside.
"What's up?"
On the other end, Bianca's laughter came through, along with the sound of her lips touching a cigarette. "Thanks for your help. Marc lost a significant amount of assets this time."
She stood by the window, a slender cigarette between her fingers. "Marc's cargo ship was hijacked last night, and he lost a significant amount of assets. Even if it wasn't you who helped, it must have been Mr. Kingsley."
"Does he know? Has Marc found any leads?" Brooklyn asked.
She knew it was Sebastian who did it, but if Bianca could guess, then Marc would certainly suspect it too.
"He has a few suspects but hasn't confirmed who it was. However, Mr. Kingsley has always been a thorn in his side. I suspect Marc might act desperately soon. Tell Mr. Kingsley to be careful, and you should be cautious too." Bianca replied.
"Got it."
After hanging up, Brooklyn pondered for a moment and then smiled. Sebastian had quietly hijacked Marc's ship—well done!
At this moment, in the president's office of MBK Group.
Brandon slumped on the sofa, looking like he hadn't slept for days. "Mr. Kingsley, how could you be so ruth? You just hijacked Marc's ship, and now you're making him sign a contract. This is clearly an unjust agreement, and Marc must have lost his mind to sign it."
"I like to act while the opportunity is still there.. Besides, I have some good news for you." Sebastian's lips curled into a smile, one that was impossible for others to decipher.
His smile sent a chill down Brandon's spine. "You have good news for me? I don't believe it."
Sebastian tossed an invitation across the room, and Brandon caught it, opening it suspiciously. "Very interesting!"
Sebastian sneered. "I thought it was interesting too, so I wanted to share it with you."
Brandon patted the invitation in his hand. "Megan's pretty clever, knowing she can't rely on you anymore, so she changed her strategy!"
The invitation had a red background with black lettering that was both ironic and eye-catching.
Sebastian snorted. "She's now the general manager of The Turner Group. She must have realized the company isn't easy to run."
Brandon straightened up. "She's getting engaged to Simon and invited you. What's your plan? Are you going or not? You and Megan were once rumored to be the perfect couple. It hasn't been that long, and now Megan is engaging with Simon!"
Sebastian's attitude was indifferent, his stance on the matter clear. But while he didn't care for it personally, business was another matter. "Of course, I'm going."
Brandon was stuned, "Really? This is like attending your ex-girlfriend's engagement party. Are you really going?"
Sebastian twisted the wedding ring on his ring finger a few times. "We'll see who can outshine whom. Besides, Megan was never my girlfriend."
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