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Chapter 95: Venereal Disease

Chapter 95: Chapter 95: Venereal Disease

Noah Quarter hung up on Arabella Shaw’s phone call.

And Arabella Shaw, having her call hung up by Noah Quarter, felt a little embarrassed.

She smiled at the audience below and said, "My Director Quarter might be busy, let me try dialing one more time."

Before the singing segment of the show, there was a part where participants make a call to someone close to them, to have them say a few words of encouragement.

Arabella chose to call Noah Quarter, and the first time she did, the call was hung up.

Now, she dialed for the second time.

Seated in his car, Noah Quarter watched Julia Land casually walk out of the wonton noodle shop.

After she left, he got out of the car too.

He entered the wonton noodle shop, looked at the menu, ordered a bowl of wontons to go.

His phone rang, he glanced at it, uninterested.

Meanwhile, Arabella Shaw at the show’s venue once again heard the sound of no response.

She shrugged helplessly to the audience and said, "It seems that my dear Director Quarter is too busy, I’ll call another close person."

She then called her mother.

Alexander Strong, seated in the passenger seat, smelled the scent of wontons in the car and sank into a peculiar train of thought.

His boss in the back seat was eating wontons.

After Noah Quarter finished eating, he made a cool remark, "The taste is just so-so, back to the company."

Alexander Strong thought to himself, If it’s just so-so, why did you finish it?

The driver drove the car toward Quarter Group.

After finishing the show and dinner, Arabella Shaw returned to Imperial View Gardens by eight in the evening.

At this time, she didn’t see Noah Quarter return, so she directly called Alexander Strong.

"Secretary Strong, is Noah going out tonight?"

Alexander Strong looked at the office lights reflecting on the glass and replied, "BOSS is still working."

So, he was in the office.

Arabella Shaw thanked him and hung up the call.

So he was busy, no wonder she couldn’t get through to him today.

Noah Quarter didn’t return to Imperial View Gardens that evening.

Instead, he rested in the company’s lounge.

After having her meal, Julia Land returned home and took out her phone.

She registered a new Weibo account with the username "The Real Autumn Knowles."

She tagged the impersonator and posted a message, "I’m a person who keeps a low profile, but it seems I’ve been too low-key that someone has pretended to be me. Hi everyone, I am the real Autumn Knowles. I’m wondering if the lady impersonating Autumn Knowles should consider a mental health check?"

Orange Inc. shared Julia Land’s post.

And Austin Langston, with fingers trembling slightly with excitement, also shared Julia Land’s post.

Austin Langston: Miss Land just outright called someone crazy, impressive.

She was now a little fan of Julia Land.

Normally, such clarifying announcements are phrased more diplomatically; they don’t outright call someone mentally ill.

Soon, fans who were previously causing a stir under Orange Inc.’s official website shifted to the new account Julia Land registered and started hurling insults.

"Do you have any proof that you are the real Autumn Knowles?"

"First bring out the evidence, otherwise we’ll sue you for fraud."

"Where’s the evidence?"

Emma Martin saw the post from the real Autumn Knowles.

Feeling a bit panicked, she quickly called the person who had given her advice on the plan.

Sister Wilson received Emma Martin’s call, and she too had seen the post.

She reassured her, "Don’t worry, I estimate she doesn’t have any evidence, otherwise she wouldn’t just post this clarification message."

Julia Land had only posted one clarifying tweet, without a shred of evidence.

The netizens were not convinced.

Hearing Sister Wilson’s comforting words, Emma Martin exhaled, "Yeah, she didn’t bring out any evidence."

Emma Martin’s family was deep in debt.

She performed music on the streets every night to earn extra money.

Recently, a stranger contacted her and told her that if she impersonated Autumn Knowles, she would receive a sum of money.

The overwhelming debt made Emma Martin agree to take on the task appointed by the stranger.

The money was just too important to her.

Plus, she wasn’t doing anything too despicable.

After hanging up, she looked at her Weibo, imagining she was really Autumn Knowles.

Her account now had a million followers.

She hoped the real Autumn Knowles wouldn’t produce any evidence.

Julia Land posted that tweet and then logged out of her Weibo account.

Some things can be achieved in a few steps.

She intended to let the person behind this entire scheme enjoy the feeling of joy first.

And then, the feeling of loss set in again.

Sister Wilson called Arabella Shaw to tell her about Autumn Knowles actually posting on social media, and that Emma Martin had been pacified.

Arabella Shaw checked the Weibo and saw that the real Autumn Knowles’ comment section was filled with many doubts and curses. She laughed, "Sister Wilson, I got it."

As long as she doesn’t present evidence, whoever believes her is Autumn Knowles.

**

As a secretary, sometimes one has to deal with the unfortunate task of sorting out the boss’s female companions.

Julia Land’s face was cold as she got into the car, closed the door, and said to the driver, Edward Fields, "Edward, you can drive now."

Thomas Sullivan was smoking, his handsome face also cold.

He had irritably undone several buttons of his shirt.

Julia Land looked at the scratch on the back of her hand.

The woman’s nails were sharp; she had been scratched by May Woods, leaving a mark on the back of her hand.

Julia Land took a deep breath. She reached out, took the cigarette pinched between Thomas Sullivan’s fingers, and snuffed it out in the ashtray.

She looked at Thomas Sullivan, "I’ve arranged a hospital visit."

Thomas Sullivan turned his head to look at her, "What are we doing at the hospital?"

Julia Land wanted to curse. What a mess. She said irritably, "Blood tests, to see if you’ve caught anything. Of course, I’ll need to be tested too."

Thomas Sullivan’s gaze landed on the scratched back of Julia Land’s hand.

"Sorry."

His originally fierce and stern expression slackened.

Who could have expected that May Woods had a boyfriend?

She still lied to him about being single, even though she had a boyfriend!

That evening, Thomas Sullivan had impulsively gone to see May Woods, only to arrive and hear her arguing with her boyfriend.

Her boyfriend had contracted an STD.

Thomas Sullivan, when supporting a woman, would always ask if she was single first, and if both were interested, they would go for a health check first.

When he first started supporting May Woods, she went through a health check and was healthy.

But now, that wasn’t guaranteed anymore.

Julia Land gave Thomas Sullivan a look that meant "good luck to you."

She just had a scratch from a nail on the back of her hand, so the chances of her being infected were extremely low, but for Thomas Sullivan, that could not be guaranteed.

Lately, Thomas Sullivan had been intimate with May Woods.

He always stuck to one bed partner at a time but had never expected to run into such bad luck.

The car arrived at the hospital.

Thomas Sullivan and Julia Land both went to have blood drawn.

"You should have the nurse apply some medication to the wound on the back of your hand," he said, noticing it was starting to swell a bit.

Julia Land hadn’t replied when she heard Mr. Thompson’s voice.

"Julia?" James Thompson was passing the corridor of the blood-drawing room when he happened to see Julia Land.

Julia Land turned around silently to look at the man who was approaching her.

She didn’t want to tell him about coming to the hospital today.

After all, it was really not a pleasant matter to discuss.

James Thompson glanced at Thomas Sullivan, then lowered his eyes to look at Julia Land, "Why did you come to the hospital?"

"It’s nothing serious," Julia Land raised her hand, showing the back of it, "just a little injury on the back of my hand."

It would take five days for the blood test results to be known.

Thomas Sullivan wasn’t in the mood for much else at the moment, his entire being shook with doubt about life.

Seeing that Julia Land needed to talk to Mr. Thompson, he took his leave first.

Mr. Thompson took Julia Land to his rest area and started applying medication to the wound on the back of her hand with a cotton swab.

"Who scratched you?"

James Thompson tossed the cotton swab away, lifted Julia Land’s face gently, his back slightly bent, one hand bracing the armrest of the chair.

"Thomas Sullivan’s woman."

Julia Land raised two fingers to her red lips making a zip gesture, "What follows involves my boss’s privacy, I can’t say."

Mr. Thompson gave her a scrutinizing look.

Mr. Thompson had a charming way of looking at people with scrutiny.

Julia Land blushed, moved closer to him, planning to kiss him, but then thought better of it — better wait for the blood test results.

Although the chances of her being infected were very low, people are strange; they need to see the results to feel at ease.

His fingertip brushed her red lips, "Why not kiss me?"

Julia Land feigned seriousness, "This is a hospital, we can’t just do as we please."

She tilted her head to look at him, suddenly melodramatically asking, "Mr. Thompson, if I catch a disease, would you despise me?"

"What kind of disease?" James Thompson raised an eyebrow.

"An STD."

"......"