vip treatment

The man who walked in was wearing a pink shirt, his hair styled in trendy dirty braids, with black diamond earrings glinting under the office lights.

There was clear nervousness on his strikingly handsome face. He hesitated the moment he stepped inside.

He stopped about five to six meters away from Adrian Vale, standing stiffly with his head lowered and hands clasped in front of him like a student waiting to be punished.

“Adrian… I was wrong. I was blinded by greed last night and did something unforgivable. Hit me, yell at me—do whatever you want—but please don’t send me back to the old man.”

Adrian Vale lifted his gaze and let out a cold, silent laugh.

“Leon Cross, you’ve got some nerve. What you did last night—beating you up would be letting you off easy. You deserve to die a hundred times over.”

Leon Cross turned pale immediately. He rushed forward, then suddenly dropped to his knees and grabbed Adrian’s trouser leg.

“Adrian, I really know I was wrong! Please, I won’t ever do it again. Just let it go this once! You didn’t even… lose anything last night anyway…”

Adrian glanced at him in disgust and kicked him away without hesitation.

“Speak clearly. Every detail of what happened last night. If you lie, I’ll make sure you leave this place horizontally.”

Leon Cross trembled violently and, crying, began to confess everything in detail.

When he finished, he quickly added, “Adrian… just forgive me this once. The woman involved even had a car accident. I swear I won’t ever do this again.”

Adrian’s expression changed slightly. His eyes sharpened.

“A car accident?”

“Yes! Yes!” Leon nodded frantically. “She’s in the hospital right now.”

A strange silence filled the room.

Adrian’s face remained calm, but something deep within him shifted.

If the arranged woman had been in a car accident… then who was the woman who had been in his room last night?

His brows slowly furrowed.

Seeing this, Leon panicked even more. “Adrian, I swear everything I said is true! Not a single lie!”

Adrian looked at him for a long moment before speaking coldly.

“Get out.”

Leon scrambled up as if escaping death and ran out without looking back.

Cody Aberton stood silently nearby, unsettled.

From what he had just heard… the woman in Adrian’s room last night might not have been the one arranged at all.

A stranger.

Before he could think further, Adrian’s cold voice cut through the air.

“Find out who the woman in my room last night was.”

“Yes, sir.”

At the hospital.

Elara Sterling held Jeremy Sterling’s hand, watching his pale face with worry.

“Jeremy… how do you feel? Should I call the doctor?”

“I’m fine,” Jeremy said weakly. “Don’t worry about me.”

Elara bit her lip tightly.

How could she not worry?

Jeremy was the only family she had left.

Everything had been fine before—until his sudden collapse during school sports day revealed a congenital heart condition.

Since then, his health had become fragile.

Today had been one of the worst episodes yet.

Jeremy forced a faint smile and patted her hand. “See? I’m okay now.”

Elara’s eyes reddened.

Before she could speak, the door opened.

A group of doctors and nurses entered, led by the deputy director of the hospital.

Elara frowned slightly.

“What’s going on?”

The deputy director spoke politely. “Ms. Elara, we’re here to transfer Mr. Sterling to another ward.”

Elara’s expression changed instantly.

“Transfer? To where?”

“VIP ward,” he replied respectfully. “We will assign the best medical team to his care.”

Elara was stunned.

This was completely unexpected.

Jeremy also looked confused. “Elara… what’s happening?”

“I don’t know…” she whispered.

Soon, they were moved.

The VIP ward was nothing like the previous one.

A private apartment-like space with a bedroom, living room, kitchen, and bathroom. Outside the window, green scenery stretched endlessly. The air even carried a faint floral scent instead of disinfectant.

“Ms. Elara, Mr. Sterling, are you satisfied?” the deputy director asked carefully.

Elara nodded quickly. “Yes… very satisfied. Thank you.”

The man bowed slightly in relief. “Good. Please rest. If you need anything, press the service bell.”

Then he left.

Elara stood there, still confused.

Jeremy leaned back on the bed, frowning slightly.

“Elara… who arranged this?”