After her rebirth by Cici

Chapter 196

Desmond sneered, staring coldly at the waiter, "There's plenty of credit on this card. How could it not work? Is

your machine broken?"

The waiter couldn't afford to offend Desmond, but the card indeed wouldn't go through.

And the machine was definitely working; it had just been used.

Could it really be such a coincidence that it broke now?

"Mr. Boleyn, please don't be upset. I'll try another machine right away. Please wait a moment." The waiter tried

all the machines in the store, but none worked. One not working was possible, but all of them?

Finally, the waiter reluctantly returned the card and apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Boleyn, but this card really isn't

working. Could you try another card?"

Watching the waiter try all the machines, Desmond's expression shifted from anger to

a dark scowl. Could there really be a problem with the card?

Desmond then pulled out his wallet and threw out a few more cards, "Try these."

The waiter tried again but to no avail, shaking his head nervously, "Mr. Boleyn, I'm

sorry, but none of these cards are working. Based on experience, they might be frozen. Perhaps you should

check with the bank to see if there's been an error."

"What?"

Desmond's face darkened as he looked at the cards.

How could there be a problem with these cards?

He was already in a bad mood today, and this made it worse.

He turned around awkwardly, only to see the store's staff staring at him, seemingly aware of his embarrassing

situation.

Desmond gritted his teeth, pulled out another card, and threw it down, "Try this one!"

This card held his secret funds, with a little over ten thousand dollars in it.

"Mr. Boleyn, the balance is insufficient."

Desmond's face burned with anger and shame. How could it be insufficient?

He clearly remembered there was money in it.

Desmond asked, "How much can you charge?"

The waiter cautiously replied, "Only three thousand dollars."

Three thousand dollars?

The waiter grew nervous, looking at him uneasily.

Just then, a gentle voice cfrom behind, "Still as careless as ever, going out without money? Making a fool of

yourself?"

A woman's hand extended a card.

She indicated for the waiter to use hers.

The waiter didn't dare delay, took the card, and successfully processed the payment. The waiter breathed a sigh

of relief and handed the card back with both hands, "It's done, Ms. Thorne. Here's your card."

Desmond turned to look at Yasmin, awkwardly pulling at his lips, "Yasmin, I'll pay you back another day."

"No rush." Yasmin's red lips curved into a bright smile, "Is your arm okay?"

Yasmin's gaze fell on Desmond's reddened arm.

Desmond hurriedly pulled

expression, "I'm fine."

his rolled-up sleeve, shaking his head with a grim

Yasmin didn't press further, smiling, "That's good."

After leaving the clothing store, Desmond anxiously got into his car, started the engine, and headed to the

company, then called the bank to ask why his cards were frozen.

"Mr. Boleyn, we are following orders. The directive cfrom above to freeze these cards. All subsidiary cards

under your nhave been frozen and cannot be used."

Desmond angrily hung up the phone.

All frozen, what does that mean?

The more he wanted to rush back to the company, the more it seemed like fate was against him.

Traffic increased, causing heavy congestion.

Desmond sat in the car, frustrated and irritable, glaring at the obstacles in front of him, pressing the horn

repeatedly, and cursing through gritted teeth, "What a lousy road, so congested."

Seeing a gap open up ahead, Desmond stepped on the gas and sped forward.

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However, after only a few hundred feet, he heard a piercing horn from the side. Turning his head, he saw a car

losing control and heading straight for him.

Before Desmond could react, the car crashed into him violently.

The car shook and jolted, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.

The next second, Desmond's consciousness began to fade.

In the CEO's office.

After lunch, Katniss was about to clean up the lunch boxes when Maximilian stopped

her, "No need, someone will cto clean up."

Katniss blinked and didn't refuse.

"Do you need to go to the hospital this afternoon?" Maximilian asked.

Katniss shook her head, "No, it's the weekend. We have a day off. My teacher said | don't need to go to the

hospital."

Maximilian's gaze fell on her face, speaking softly, "Then stay here and keepcompany while | work?"

Maximilian's eyes glanced past her, looking at the door.

"Well... | don't want to impose, but if you insist, I'll stay the whole afternoon. The company's president's wife

visiting might becthe talk of the office, right?"

Maximilian lowered his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

Then Maximilian pointed to the door behind him, "There's a lounge behind me. If you get tired, you can rest

there."

"Okay." Katniss agreed happily.

Suddenly, there was a rhythmic knock on the office door. Maximilian spoke in a deep voice, "Cin."

It was Emiwho entered.

Emiwalked over to Maximilian and bent down to speak, "Sir, Mr. Desmond Boleyn has been in a car accident."

Katniss blinked in disbelief, stepping forward, "Who did you say was in a car accident?"

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"Desmond."

He actually got into a car accident!

Maximilian looked up calmly, his voice cold, "What happened?"

"According to the records, Mr. Desmond Boleyn was overtaking and ran a red light, getting hit by a truck going

straight." Emireported truthfully, "He was found in tand has been taken to the hospital. He's currently in

surgery." Katniss, always tic, propped her chin and feigned regret, "Not following traffic rules and daring to

run a red light, all that education for nothing."

Emiremained silent.

It seemed Katniss was quite pleased about Desmond's accident.

Women are truly hard to understand.

"Has the family been notified?" Maximilian asked.

Emiquickly understood who Maximilian was referring to.

Eminodded, "Mr. Carlton Boleyn is already there, and Emily is with him."

"Good." Maximilian's voice was light but carried immense authority, creating a sense of pressure. "Which

hospital?"

"The one where Mrs. Hamilton works."

He slowly stood up, gently squeezing Katniss's small shoulder, "Looks like | won't be

able to work this afternoon. Want to go to the hospital with me?"

Katniss nodded sensibly, "Sure, let's see if Desmond is dead."

Maximilian chuckled, "So concerned about him?"

"Of course, I'm his sister-in-law. | need to check on him to make sure my sister Clara

doesn't beca widow." Katniss was genuinely pleased.

The long hospital corridor was quiet and solemn.

Maximilian walked with heavy, purposeful steps, leaving echoes in the corridor.

When he reached the end of the corridor by the operating room, Gabriel and Emily were already waiting outside.

Gabriel paced back and forth anxiously, waiting for news from the operating room, while Emily's eyes were red

from crying, her hands clasped in prayer for Desmond's

safety.

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