Chapter 345 Mr. Brown Stands Up for His Wife
"Mr. Brown, Stefan has been discharged from the hospital. Should we still keep someone watching him?"
"No need. Send him the hospital bill."
People who didn't matter shouldn't expect to spend a penny of his money.
Finn immediately went to handle it.
When Stefan finished packing and was about to leave the hospital, someone pushed open the door to his room.
Finn walked in with the bill. "Mr. Rogers, here's your hospital bill for your stay. Please settle it."
Stefan's lips trembled. "Okay!"
He really didn't expect that someone of William's wealth and status would send someone to collect medical expenses from him.
This amount of money was nothing to people like them.
A single high-end business dinner would cost more than this.
But Stefan understood - he wasn't worth it.
"Thanks!"
Finn checked the transfer on his phone and nodded with satisfaction. "Take care of yourself."
"I'd like to see Mr. Brown."
"You're not worthy."
"A man who can't even protect his own life and safety shouldn't make too many demands, or people will think you're both useless and annoying."
Not even on the same level, and you dare make demands? Simply ridiculous.
"By the way, Eileen is in Emerald City."
"Here's the address."
Stefan looked at the address - a seven-star hotel not far from the hospital. Normally, if Eileen had really come to Emerald City, she would have come to see him, but she hadn't?
"Thanks!"
"Mr. Brown asked me to tell you - no need for thanks. Get lost and stay far away. If you really can't leave, give him the Jimenez family, and he might consider it."
Give him the Jimenez family? How could that be possible?
Even if Steven would agree, Eileen would never allow such a thing to happen.
The Jimenez family's assets could only go to family members, absolutely not to outsiders.
Though he wasn't sure why Steven had asked William to come back, he was certain it wasn't to let him inherit the family fortune.
"I'll pass that along."
Finn watched him leave the hospital and get in the car.
A man in his fifties - last time they met, his health was still decent, but this time leaving the hospital, he was limping with a cane.
"He's gone?"
"Yes, the medical fees have been transferred."
"Transfer it to Brian, have him arrange coffee and desserts."
"Got it!"
Brian: [Thanks, Mrs. Brown, wishing Mrs. Brown more and more beauty and daily prosperity.]
When Brian received the transfer notification, he automatically assumed this was Thalia's doing and almost kowtowed in gratitude.
Finn replied: [Mr. Brown arranged it.]
Brian: [Mrs. Brown's prosperity and Mr. Brown's prosperity are the same - they're family.]
He quickly covered himself.
Brian efficiently went to prepare coffee and desserts.
In the office, William was restless today, checking his phone countless times, even during meetings he had to tap the screen now and then to see if any messages had come in.
After the meeting ended, Angelina stayed behind, leaning against her chair with arms crossed, teasing him. "Mr. Brown, if you miss your wife so much, why not call and ask her directly?"
"You have too much free time?"
"Not really, I just think you're pitiful and wanted to give you some advice."
"You're single, yet you love giving me advice."
Angelina was speechless.
...
Thalia finished filming for the day at eight in the evening. Just as she was about to leave, the director called her over.
First came a round of praise, saying she'd improved and was capturing the character more accurately. Thalia politely deflected, crediting the screenwriter.
Seeing Thalia in a good mood, the director finally got to the point. "Tonight I've invited Ms. Mitchell to dinner. Want to join us?"
Thalia didn't want to go, but they'd just started filming a few days ago. If she didn't go, someone might post online that she was acting like a diva.
In the entertainment industry, gossip was everywhere. As soon as the director spoke, everyone was watching her, seemingly waiting for her to refuse.
"Okay."
"Do you want to change clothes?" the director asked thoughtfully.
"No need, this is fine."
"Let's go then, it's right across the street."
As Thalia got into the van, Layla kept reminding her. "When you see Eleanor, you must control your temper. Don't get into any conflicts. The director is going to butter her up."
"I know! I'm not that stupid!" Thalia replied while texting on her phone.
Just as she finished speaking, William's call came through. "What kind of business dinner?"
He knew about the unspoken rules in the entertainment industry - different crews, different venues.
Thalia was a bit surprised - surprised that William's call came less than a second after she sent the message.
"Dinner with Eleanor."
"You want to go?"
"No," Thalia was a bit annoyed. "But the director asked, didn't he? I don't have the clout to refuse."
"You know I only know how to bully you."
William was speechless.
The man hung up, then immediately made an internal call to bring Angelina up.
"What's up?"
"Ask Eleanor out to dinner tonight."
"What dinner?"
"You decide!"
Angelina thought, 'What's gotten into him now?'
"Can I bring her along on my blind date? My mom set one up for me today."
"Do what you want, but tonight, you need to keep her occupied."
Angelina understood. Thalia had apparently taken on a new drama recently, filming at the Mitchell Group. He was backing up his wife!
Thalia's car had just stopped in the hotel's underground parking lot. She was gathering her things to go upstairs when she opened the car door, and Layla looked at her phone. "The director says it's canceled."
Without hesitation, Thalia slammed the door shut: "Off work, going home."
"Could this be Mr. Brown's doing?"
"Who cares who did it, as long as I don't have to go," she knew without thinking that if she'd gone today, Eleanor would be the client and she'd be the contractor. Dinner would be minor - she'd also have to smile and toast at the table.
"You're so easygoing!"
"I'm definitely going to live a long life."