Chapter 387 The Unusual Tiffany
"What's going on with Mrs. Wellington lately? She seems so strange," the maid muttered under her breath.
"Yeah, she was fine when she arrived, but then she suddenly felt cold and asked me to get her a coat. When I finally brought it to her, she said it was too hot and yelled at me for bringing such a thick coat." The assistant said with a face full of resentment.
"That's not all. She doesn't seem to know what's wrong with her body, feeling hot and cold alternately, and her appetite has increased a lot!"
The maid looked around cautiously and whispered, "One time, I was in the kitchen late at night and saw Mrs. Wellington devouring a cake from the fridge!"
"Impossible! Mrs. Wellington never eats sweets to maintain her figure!"
"Who knows? She was stuffing her face like crazy. It scared me to death."
Evelyn and Adrian heard everything clearly and both frowned simultaneously.
"There's more."
The maid moved closer to the assistant and lowered her voice even more, "Do you think Mrs. Wellington is having an affair?"
The assistant was shocked and jabbed her, "If you want to keep your job, you'd better keep that to yourself! We grew up together, so I'll let it slide, but you must never say that to anyone else! Got it?"
"Okay, but is Mrs. Wellington having an affair?" The maid persisted.
"I don't know for sure. I only know that Mrs. Wellington has been getting cosmetic treatments frequently and has been getting close to that young male doctor. But that doesn't necessarily mean she's having an affair."
The two quickly disappeared from the doorway.
Evelyn, who had heard the entire conversation, looked pensive.
"Sounds strange." Adrian said, rubbing his chin in puzzlement.
"You think it's strange too?"
"Binge eating, fluctuating body temperature, mood swings—these symptoms sound a lot like the erratic behavior of someone going through drug withdrawal."
Evelyn sneered, turned away from Adrian, and made a phone call.
On the other end, a young male voice answered quickly, speaking to her with great respect and courtesy.
"Ms. Taylor, you finally contacted me."
"Percy, long time no see. How have you been?" Evelyn couldn't help but exchange a few pleasantries.
"My cosmetic clinic is thriving. Everything is going well."
Percy was an excellent plastic surgeon who had come from a poor family and had been admitted to MugdenSoflow University with outstanding grades. However, his father had passed away early, and his mother had been seriously ill at the time, making him consider giving up his studies several times due to the heavy burden on his family.
Later, Charlie, in Evelyn's name, had co-founded a scholarship fund with Soflow University, and Evelyn had chosen Percy as one of the recipients.
They were not just benefactor and beneficiary; over the years, although Evelyn did not meet him in person, she occasionally checked on his academic and personal life privately.
Despite being the daughter of Hameen's richest man, Charlie, Evelyn never looked down on him. Whenever he mustered the courage to email her, she would always respond within three days.
To Percy, Evelyn was not only his benefactor but also a beacon of hope that had saved him.
Whenever Evelyn needed anything, he was always ready to help her and would do anything for her.
"Percy, tell me, has Tiffany been getting beauty injections from you recently?" Evelyn asked in a low voice.
"Yes, she comes every week. It started with one injection, but now she needs three to be satisfied."
Percy let out a cold laugh, "As the dosage increases, the side effects become more apparent. If I'm not mistaken, she should be binge eating, feeling cold for no reason, and having insomnia and vivid dreams. Gradually, the more terrifying aftereffects are yet to come."
Evelyn suddenly realized that this matched what the two people had just said.
"She's brought this upon herself. It's her own fault."
"If you need, I can give her a lethal injection anytime." Percy said, as emotionless as a machine, treating life and death with indifference.
Evelyn was silent.
"Originally, she privately abused drugs and signed an agreement, so she has to bear part of the responsibility herself. Plus, drug-induced deaths are not uncommon in the cosmetic industry and are usually treated as medical accidents."
"At worst, I'll lose my medical license and spend a couple of years in prison." Percy said fearlessly."
"There's no need for that. Sacrificing your entire life for someone like Tiffany is not worth it." Evelyn sighed lightly, "Percy, you work for me, but rest assured, I will make sure you come out of this unscathed. This matter won't have a significant impact on you."
"It doesn't matter, Ms. Taylor. I'll do whatever it takes. The most important thing is to avenge your family."
Percy completely disregarded his own safety, "Don't worry, I have kept evidence. With that evidence, I can ruin Tiffany's reputation anytime."
"Now is not the time." Evelyn clenched her fist in the dark and took a deep breath, "Even if I expose the evidence now, I can't be sure of completely taking her down. I want her to lose everything, lose Patrick as her support, and be despised and rejected by everyone. If I strike, it will be to ensure she never recovers!"
Edward was usually a good drinker, but tonight, after just a few drinks, he felt dizzy, short of breath, and couldn't keep his eyes open.
At this moment, the ball had already started.
Everyone was on the dance floor, and no one noticed Edward and Lori's situation.
Edward struggled to breathe, tugging at the Windsor knot on his collar, his Adam's apple moving dryly, and a faint blush appearing on his cheeks.
The uncontrollable heat, rose from his lower abdomen, as if a feather was teasing his sensitive nerves.
"Mr. Wellington, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"
Lori showed a concerned expression, but the corners of her lips couldn't help but curl up.
She knew the drug was working.
Edward leaned back weakly, closed his eyes, and tried to regulate his breathing, attempting to suppress the raging fire within him.
What kind of drink was this? Why was it so strong?
Or was it that Evelyn had disturbed his mind, making him feel down and unable to handle his liquor?
"I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me." Edward said coldly to Lori.
"Your face is so red. Are you running a fever?"
Saying this, Lori boldly pressed her soft chest against Edward and raised her hand to touch his forehead.
Suddenly, there was a crisp sound!
Lori's hand was slapped away by Edward, instantly turning red!
Edward glared at her with bloodshot eyes and growled through gritted teeth, "Don't touch me. Get lost!"
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