Chapter 483

It was hell on earth. She saw a woman with dreadlocks whose skin was as dark as coal. She looked just like a hippopotamus, but she was only dressed in a pink tank top that was as thin as a feather. For some reason or another, Harvey was lying still as she straddled him, looking like he would rather be dead. It was too stimulating a scene for Irene, so she quickly turned around, and found James had appeared behind her without her notice. "Dr. Tanner. Were you looking for Harvey?" "Yes," she calmly replied. "He's a patient, so I was just checking on him…" "How dutiful of you," James growled with contempt. Not sure why she deserved that, Irene pointed out, "I had been dutiful when I treated Mr. Jefferson as well. Is there anything that you find unsatisfactory, Mr. Cross?" "You know very well what you've done, so drop the pretenses. We're only targeting Harvey and sparing you because you're so ugly, and there won't be a place for you anywhere if you're fired. Count your blessings