She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 110

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 110

Seeing Hope Williams agreed, Thomas Hughes gave his boss, Waylon Lewis,
a thumbs - up from behind. The boss always had a way.
“Later, Thomas Hughes will send you over first. I have something to deal with
and will arrive later, is that okay?”
“Mm.”
After hanging up the phone, Waylon placed his cellphone on the desk, the
corners of his mouth curled up in a slight smile, as if he had just accomplished
something great.
The subordinates saw their boss like this for the first time; they couldn’t help
but stare openly.
Clearly, the boss was in the throes of love.
...
The boss is in love?
And that woman just now , the boss is eager to host a birthday banquet for
her?
Who among them had ever seen the boss like this?
Waylon lifted his gaze, his deep eyes as icy as ever, and he swept a cool look
over his subordinates. His gaze landed briefly on the clock hanging on t he
wall.
His thin lips parted slightly, his voice low and devoid of any warmth, “You have
one hour.”
Everyone trembled fiercely.
The boss had just issued their final warning.
They were to finish their reports within an hour and wrap up the meeting, so
as n ot to delay him from attending his wife’s birthday party.

Everyone immediately perked up, not daring to waste even a minute, and their
speaking pace unconsciously quickened.
Thomas Hughes drove to take Hope Williams home first.
Hope sent the evening’s addr ess to her colleagues’ group chat, and just as
she expected, once the message was sent, the group exploded.
“Emperor Perry Hotel, am I seeing this right, Hope? Emperor Perry Hotel, the
legendary seven - star hotel that only serves VIPs, and you managed to
re serve their private room? You are too extravagant, Hope. Are you some
undercover tycoon experiencing life here? Tycoon, please sponsor me,
sponsor me.”
“My goodness, is this really not a mistake? Am I not dreaming?”
“I must be dreaming.”
“Ahhh… I can’t believe I’m going to have dinner at Emperor Perry Hotel
tonight. I can brag about this for a lifetime.”
“Tonight, I must dress beautifully. I’ve seen pictures of the Emperor Perry
Hotel online, it’s truly magnificent, like stepping into a ro yal palace as a
princess. Ahhh… I’m so excited, thank you Doctor Williams for inviting us.”
Hope replied to a few messages and then silently put away her phone.
Because of the barrage of messages and questions, it was impossible to reply
to them all; she c ouldn’t even manage to look at them as they popped up
incessantly.
This was bound to be a high - profile birthday.
Hope Williams went home to change her clothes. After all, as the main
character of the birthday party, she naturally wanted to dress up a bit.
But just as she reached the door, she was startled by a group of fashionably
dressed people standing imposingly outside.
Hope looked at these trendy individuals and approached with a surprised
expression, “Who are you?”
They turned to look at Hope, and a b lond man politely asked, “Are you Miss
Williams?”
Hope nodded, “Yes, I am.”
“We are the personal stylist team arranged by President Lewis for you. I am
Rick, the stylist.” The blond man observed her while smiling, “Miss Williams,
you are indeed beautiful, and I believe we can make you even more stunning.”

Rick, a top - class world - renowned stylist. It was said that his hands could turn
anyone into a top beauty, and his makeup skills were comparable to having a
face swap.
Startled, Hope turned to look at Thoma s Hughes.
Thomas quickly understood her puzzled look and stepped forward, “Miss
Williams, all this was arranged by the boss.”
Hope furrowed her brows, “What exactly is he trying to do?”
It was just a simple birthday party. The usually simplistic Hope hadn’ t planned
on anything so elaborate as hiring a stylist; she thought she’d just put on
some makeup and a dress and go.
But now…
Since Waylon Lewis had even sent people to her doorstep, could she really
send this impressive crowd back?
Hope took out her keys to open the door, when suddenly, “Bang!”
“Ouch!”
A water balloon flew past Hope’s cheek, barely missing her, but the blond
stylist Rick was not so lucky.
The water balloon smashed directly onto his exaggerated black - rimmed
glasses, instantly exploding int o splashes of water.
Hope covered her mouth in surprise, looking at the kids inside, Luke and
Willow, both dressed in toy bulletproof vests, wearing black helmets and black
sunglasses, each holding a black toy water gun, with a pile