Chapter 1584 Submission Before Philip
The rain continued to pour outside as the car sat motionless.
Inside the vehicle, silence hung heavy in the air. Shelley knew Philip wasn't satisfied with her "plea" yet.
Her nails dug deep into her palms as she looked up at him with a forced smile. "Mr. Walsh, should I get on my knees for you?" Though she meant it as a joke, Philip's eyelashes trembled slightly.
Their eyes met—the first time in over a month they'd truly looked at each other. In all other moments, Shelley had deliberately kept her gaze averted from him.
"You could try," he replied coolly.
Shelley remained silent. She had come to understand the depths of Philip's manipulations; his calculating nature had reached truly frightening levels.
She bent her legs, preparing to kneel without hesitation, when he suddenly grabbed her wrist. "Shelley, where's your pride?"
A laugh escaped her, almost bringing tears to her eyes. "That's rich coming from you, Mr. Walsh. It's not like I haven't been on my knees before."
Philip said nothing, feeling a surge of irritation. He turned to the driver. "Go check outside."
The driver, who had been sweating profusely—these two always created a suffocating atmosphere when together—had been desperate for an escape.
Seizing the opportunity, he immediately opened the car door and rushed toward the woman lying on the ground in the distance.
After examining her injuries, he hurried back. "Mr. Walsh, there is indeed a woman out there. She's badly injured and needs immediate medical attention."
"Call an ambulance for her and have someone stay with her," Philip ordered.
The lighting had been too dim earlier for the driver to recognize Ann's face, otherwise he wouldn't have failed to identify her.
"Yes, Mr. Walsh," the driver nodded.
Philip turned back to Shelley. "Satisfied now?"
Shelley didn't respond. She'd done all she could, especially given her own precarious position. Instead of answering, she closed her eyes—what she couldn't see couldn't hurt her.
Ann was taken to the hospital. During this time, S.M Corporation had been calling her repeatedly, but her phone remained switched off.
Two days later, she awoke in a hospital room to find Ronald and Sophia standing before her.
The door pushed open as Betty rushed in. Both Betty and Sophia were now A-list celebrities, and their presence at the hospital risked causing chaos.
Ann wanted to tell them to leave, but discovered her neck was bandaged, making it impossible to speak.
Sophia, the youngest among them, stood with red-rimmed eyes. "Ann, what happened to you? Do you know you were in critical care for thirty hours? The doctors said you nearly died." Her shoulders shook as she fought back tears.
Ronald, the most composed as their manager and Betty and Sophia's superior, checked the IV drip before sitting down again.
Ann had countless questions, but couldn't voice a single one.
Betty stepped forward, grasping her hand. "I was terrified when I heard. I flew back overnight and got leave from the director. Don't worry, I'll head back this evening."
Ann blinked to indicate she understood.
The presence of all three brought a long-forgotten sense of security. Since Selena's departure, they had become like best friends, jointly maintaining everything within the company.
S.M Corporation had signed many new artists, while the original ones—including Austin—had risen to stardom.
Everyone felt a deep, uncommon attachment to the company.
Betty held her hand firmly, her expression serious. "The media caught wind of this, but our PR department managed to suppress it. Your injury has been kept under wraps. Take time to recover properly."
Ann blinked again in acknowledgment.
Ronald finally spoke up. "I had someone investigate the driver. The license plate was temporary. This wasn't coincidence—someone deliberately arranged your accident. Have you offended anyone recently?"
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