The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 1979

As Frank pondered, a cool voice spoke on the recording, "Nope. There's no one around here. Maybe someone from the hospital dropped it by accident."

"Dropped it? I see…" Yannick replied.

At the same time, Mr. Queen was watching Frank, his knuckles clenching and easing as he said urgently, "I knew something was up when I heard their conversation. I just didn't think that they'd go that far… But since you know him, the recording could serve as evidence!"

Frank waved off Mr. Queen, however—he wanted to listen to the rest of the call and find out what those people were up to.

"Now listen here—keep looking. We need to make sure that there's no one else other than us here.

"You know what would happen if we're exposed—you, me, and everyone else here will become expendable assets for the commissioner and Carlo Group. None of us will survive!"

Hearing that, Frank mused, "The commissioner… Carlo Group…"

He was especially sensitive toward those names recently.

He also quickly realized that Yannick must have done something unknown to the others in the storeroom yesterday, and under orders of the Zamri commissioner and Carlo Group!

Without hesitating, he yelled at the nurse station from afar, "Go, get Winter right now!"

The nurses there were stunned but did not ask anything.

The head nurse bowed her head at Frank and hurried away.

"What is it, Frank?"

Soon, Winter arrived, looking exhausted after Jolie's long surgery.

Still, she pulled herself together when she heard that it was Frank calling, hurrying to the scene without dragging her feet.

Frank told her quickly in turn, "Send anyone you can to check the storeroom right now. Yannick Jorst was doing something there last night—you have to hurry!"

One had to give it to them—it was a really cunning plan.

Fortunately, they managed to react in time, all thanks to Mr. Queen and his habit of recording phone conversations.

Otherwise, Zamri Hospital would be locked down or shut down by order of the government.

Winter was sweating buckets too, even as she turned to glance at the truck, which was now loaded with the fake pills and slowly driving off.

She patted her chest as she panted—that was really too close for comfort.

"It seems that the mayor is right." Frank sighed under his breath.

If the Zamri commissioner was really determined to bring him down with all his political authority, he would prove to be a real problem.