"Nonsense, absolute rubbish!"
Susan Roach's lips parted slightly, her heart somewhat startled. How did William Cole know about her illness?
Although all that William Cole said was spot on, she could not bring herself to believe his diagnosis. Was it possible that she could start vomiting blood in a day or two, and be on death's bed if untreated within three days?
It must be that William Cole was trying to gain her attention and impress her by saying these things deliberately.
Suddenly, a friend of Susan's spoke up: "Hey, aren't you the popular guy on the news lately, the owner of Thirteen Hall, the chairman of the Northern China Business Association, the one they call the Patriarch of the Martial Association's Left Alliance?"
"What?"
"The chairman of the Northern China Business Association..."
"The Patriarch of the Martial Association's Left Alliance..." The lobby manager and the waitress Lillian felt their bodies quake, a tinge of fear in their hearts.