A Love Trap

Chapter 129 Poor Francis

The driver looked at Ashley in astonishment. He had been driving for Andrew for many years now. The boss always wore a straight face and had never been so lively.

But what surprised the driver most was Ashley. The boss was a neat freak and all of them knew that he had never allowed anybody else except Johnny into this car, let alone a woman.

When Ashley stopped laughing, Andrew became serious again and spoke to the driver, "Go back to Golden Palace!"

In the S Hospital

After coming back from Andrew's office, Francis stayed at his office and didn't go out as usual.

A knock sounded at the door.

"Come in," Francis said in barely concealed annoyance.

"Mr. Nan." A middle-aged man, about forty to fifty years of age, walked in. He was the director of the hospital.

"What's the matter?" Francis asked.

The director was wearing an expression that was a mix of surprise and joy on his face. "Mr. Nan, Mr. Lu has suddenly transferred a huge amount of money to us just now."

"I see," Francis said indifferently. With what the director sunk in, Francis raised a startled eyebrow and asked, "What? He has transferred a lot of money?" Francis sprang up from his chair.

The director nodded and said, "Yes, he has just sent in the money. But he has sent a patient here and has told us to use the best medicine and doctor to make sure to cure the patient."

"You deal with it. You don't need to tell me all this," Francis waved his hand and said.

"You can go now," he said to the Director. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Francis had started this hospital when he had had nothing to do and now, it had become famous across J City. But nobody except a few of Francis's friends knew that Francis owned this hospital.

The money had arrived. Francis should continue to do what he wanted to. He had forgotten that Andrew had walked all over him today.

Francis opened the door to his office and stretched lazily, looking around. Sure, he was now a doctor in this hospital, but he was still the boss. He was different from other doctors in this hospital.

As soon as Francis came out of his office, he heard a sweet voice call his name. "Francis."

His ears perked up, hoping that it was someone beautiful calling him. Francis turned, his spirit aroused, and his lips curved in a charming smile.

The next moment, his expression had changed.

Just a few steps away from him stood a fat woman, her eyes full of tender affection, looking at him shyly. The eyes stared at him, as if she wanted to talk to him about the world. She even blinked coyly at him.

Francis stiffened and felt nauseous. He turned and bolted like a ghost was on his tail.

"Francis, wait for me!" The woman shouted as she chased him. The fat on her body jiggled, as if it could fall at any time.

Although she was fat, she had a flexible body. She turned several corners and almost caught up with Francis. Suddenly, a nurse appeared before her, pushing a patient in a wheelchair. The woman was

afraid of running into them, so she stopped and waited for them to pass.

After the nurse had left, the woman looked around but couldn't find Francis.

"Damn it!" The woman stomped her foot in annoyance. She had finally found Francis, only for him to slip away from her again.

"All of you, be quick and find him!" The woman ordered to her bodyguards who stood like a hulking presence behind her.

The bodyguards looked at each other but thought it smart to obey her. At last, several of them left.

The others followed the woman protectively.

To be frank, the woman was not ugly. Only the fat on her body and face was a little distracting.

She looked well-rounded, with the baby fat on her face not having gone away yet.

Francis liked women with hourglass figures and could never cultivate an interest in a woman like her.

He rushed into a random ward and shut the door, his back against it. He was still shocked, a hand on his chest to calm his racing heart.

Dangerous! That woman had almost caught up with him.

He was fortunately nimble on his feet and ran fast.

The sound of Francis opening and closing the door naturally caught the attention of the people in the ward.

"Ellie, who's there?" Ellie's grandpa lay on the bed as Ellie took care of him.

Now that they had come to J City and had stayed in hospital for a while, Brown looked much better now.

"Grandpa, don't worry. Just lie down. I am going out to have a look."

Ellie covered her grandpa with the quilt, then opened the door, and walked out to check on what was going on.

This was a luxurious ward with every necessary and unnecessary requirement having been taken care of. So it was not strange that there were two doors.

Ellie came out and saw a man with his back against the door. Francis lowered his head, so she couldn't see his face clearly.

Nobody was supposed to come here. Ellie frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

Since Francis could come to the hospital as he liked, he didn't usually wear the doctor's uniform or his eye-catching pink suit. He was dressed in casual clothes.

He wore a white T-shirt and a pair of black trousers. He looked young.

Francis lowered his head and thought about how to explain his breaking in. Unexpectedly, he heard an agreeable female voice.

Francis wanted to raise his head but a thought suddenly crossed his mind. He believed he shouldn't look up. All female voices were deceptive. He had just been deceived by that woman he was running away from.

If he went outside, she might catch him. So he wanted to hide here and wait until that woman went away.

"Can I stay here for a while? Some people are chasing me. I will leave once I know they're gone," he pleaded. He was worried that Ellie wouldn't allow him to stay here.

Ellie frowned and looked at this man. Francis was dressed like a teenager, so Ellie thought he was quite young and looked uneasy.

Ellie nodded and replied, "Whatever."

Francis still hadn't raised his head. He was afraid that an ugly face would greet him again.