Chapter 410 Exchanging Clothes
Harmony rushed into the examination room, fully disguised, before I could recover. “Mr. Atlas…”
She froze when she saw me on the hospital bed. She approached Atlas and asked, “What’s going on here?
Atlas didn’t answer but gestured to the doctor and left the ward. Harmony stepped forward, looking displeased. “Chloe, what are you doing? Why are you here?”
“How’d you get here?” I retorted instead of answering her question.
“Haha, Atlas asked me to come!” she retorted boldly.
I laughed bitterly. I wasn’t sure what Atlas’s intentions were. Harmony crossed her arms and persisted, Are you pretending to be pitiful? You’re such a schemer. How dare you resort to such despicable tactics
just to see him?”
Her words were harsh, but I had no energy to argue. I struggled to sit up. While the headache had subsided, I felt sore all over. Harmony looked at me disdainfully, warning me, “Stop shamelessly pestering
Atlas, okay?”
“How do you know it’s me who pestered him?” I asked.
“Who else could it be? Him? He still called me here to prevent any misunderstandings. Let me give you a piece of advice. It’s better to rein in your schemes. It’s clear who he values more, so save yourself the
trouble.”
Just then, Carol entered with my bag. She was anxiously holding my CT scan, too. She rushed over as I
sat up. “Chloe, why are you getting up?”
Harmony glared at Carol and said sarcastically, “Oh, playing the whole act, huh? Stop pretending!”
“Who do you think you’re talking to? Get out!” Carol scolded, “You think everyone is as theatrical as you?”
“Exchange your clothes, both of you!” Atlas reiterated.
While we were still stunned, Dylan entered. “Mr. Atlas.”
Atlas looked at Dylan, who nodded at him. “Here. They’re coming.”
I realized they had some secret communication between them.
Atlas’s brows furrowed even more, and he sternly barked at Harmony, “Hurry up, take them off! You two wear each other’s clothes. You have five minutes. Ill be waiting outside. Come out immediately after.”
He turned and left. Carol quickly undid the buttons on my clothes. “Let’s listen to Mr. Atlas.”
Harmony reluctantly removed her skirt and grumbled as she did, but she dared not refuse.
When we finished exchanging clothes, someone knocked on the door forcefully. Carol opened it, and Dylan barged in, immediately grabbing Harmony and pushing her out.
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