She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 355

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 355

water, and her eyes closed as she fainted from fear.
Liam Cloud’s eyes shifted as he curled his lips, the gun in his hand spun in an arc, and
he tossed it onto the table, picking up a tissue and deliberately wiping the bloodstains
on his hands.
“Drag her out and wake her up, give her a lesson, and toss her along with the recording
pen to Waylon Lewis.”
He couldn’t be bothered to clean up this mess; he only wanted to prove his innocence to
avoid implicating Hope Williams.
Nothing else was his conc ern.
“Should someone go and inform Sister Hope?”
Liam Cloud’s gaze softened, and he lightly raised his eyebrows. “I’ll go myself.”
After having done such a formidable thing, how could he let others take credit for
inviting praise?
His subordinate felt that for such a trivial matter, the Big Boss shouldn’t have to do it
himself.
Eager to offer his service, he said, “Big Boss, I can go for you for such a small thing.”
Liam Cloud’s face turned cold.
“Do you want to steal my thunder?”
“Ah?”
His subordinate froz e, quickly shaking his head after realizing what he said.
“No, no, no.”
Liam Cloud’s lips tightened as he languidly eyed the subordinate, his expression
dissatisfied.
“If you go and she praises you even a little bit, will the credit be yours or mine?”
The subordinate was stunned yet again.

Yours or mine, what kind of question is that?
Fortunately, he was quick - witted, and the subordinate immediately said, “Of course, it’s
yours.”
“Of course, it’s mine. If you go, then I won’t be able to hear it, and that’s a loss for me!”
“Yes, yes, yes, it’s my fault. You should go. You must go this time. No one else will do.”
“That’s right.” Liam Cloud’s expression finally improved.
The subordinate wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, wanting to cry but unable to.
He wo ndered when Brother Wesley would come back. It was too difficult; he had no
idea how Brother Wesley had endured all these years by the Big Boss’s side.
…
There was a buzz of discussion at the entrance of the Lewis Clan, and at the center of
the crowd was a woman covered in wounds.
The woman was still with her eyes closed, unaware whether she was dead or alive, but
someone with sharp eyes noticed, “Isn’t that Miss Fuller?”
“Are you sure it’s Miss Fuller? How did she turn into this? Is she still alive?”
Someo ne carefully lifted the long hair sticking to Vivia Fuller’s face and placed a hand
under her nose to check her breath, confirming, “It really is Miss Fuller! And she’s still
alive.”
“What happened? How did she get beaten up like this and was dumped at the entrance
of our Lewis Clan?”
“Could it be someone seeking revenge on her?”
“If someone is seeking revenge, so be it, but why dump her here at the entrance of the
Lewis Clan? It’s really off - putting.”
“Do we need to notify the President?”
Just as this pers on finished speaking, Thomas Hughes briskly arrived with his people.
Seeing Thomas Hughes, the onlookers immediately made way.
“Stop gawking, get back to work,” Thomas Hughes scolded.

He looked down at Vivia Fuller on the ground, frowning and muttered to h imself: she got
what she deserved.
Then he waved his hand, signaling people to drag Vivia Fuller away.
After all, this was happening at the entrance of the Lewis Clan, and having an injured
person left at the main gate created a bad image.
This Liam Cloud was really enough, deliberately dumping the person here to offend
their President!
As Vivia Fuller was dragged up, Thomas Hughes, with a keen eye, noticed a recording
pen nearby.
He picked up the pen suspiciously, turned it on, held it to his ear to listen , and his
expression changed drastically. He immediately went upstairs and handed the recording
pen to Waylon Lewis.
Holding the recording pen, Waylon Lewis’s eyes narrowed slightly, and the recorded
voice came through clearly:
“Grandfather… I… I’m scared, what if the Lewis Family starts investigating? What if they
investigate the shooting of Uncle Lewis? Grandfather, they won’t let us off, what do we
do, I’m scared.”
“What are you afraid of? I charged Robert Faye with this task, you can trust his work,
don ’t scare yourself. You shouldn’t go out these days, and you don’t need to go to the
company either. I’ve already asked Henry to take over the temporary management of
the company, you just rest well.”
“I understand, grandfather. Rest assured, I won’t cause you any more trouble.”
After listening, Waylon Lewis’s face turned extremely cold, he abruptly got up and
strode outside.
“Bring Isaiah Lewis, go to the Fuller Family.”
“Yes.”
Thomas Hughes hurriedly followed, this matter was a big deal, the Fuller Family had a
lot of nerve playing tricks here.
They were certainly asking for it.
Once in the car, Thomas Hughes started the vehicle swiftly.

Inside the car, Waylon Lewis sat with a dark expression, his eyebrows tightly knit and a
coldness gathering between them.
The car was not small, but even so, Thomas Hughes found breathing exceptionally
difficult.
Until a phone call broke the deadly silence that had suffocated the car.
Thomas Hughes took several deep breaths.
“What’s going on?” Even now, in his anger, Waylon Lewis’s tone was gentle.
“Where are you?”
The car was quiet, so Thomas Hughes clearly heard that the voice was the lady’s!
Sure enough, the lady was always the savior.
“Just left the company, preparing to go to the Fuller Family.”
“Have you cleared up the matter?”
Hope Williams had seen the photos of Vivia Fuller, covered in wounds, dumped at the
entrance of the Lewis Clan, online.
No one could do such a thing except that lunatic.
Since Vivia Fuller was tortured to that point, it indicated progress in the m atter.
“Mmm.”
“Come pick me up first, I’m at the old house. Take me with you,” said Hope Williams
indifferently.
Waylon Lewis hesitated for a moment but didn’t refuse, “Okay.”
“Then I’ll wait for you.”
After hanging up, Waylon Lewis told Thomas Hughes to d rive to the old house to pick
up Hope Williams.
Hope Williams stood at the doorstep, waiting a while until the car quickly stopped in
front of her. Thomas Hughes got out of the car and respectfully opened the door for her,
“Madam.”
Hope Williams gave a sli ght nod and bent down to get into the car.

Waylon Lewis reached out and held Hope Williams’s slightly cold hand in his.
“Why did you think to come along?”
Hope Williams raised her eyebrows slightly and naturally leaned into Waylon Lewis’s
embrace, “After b eing wronged so many times, I naturally want to see their downfall with
my own eyes.”
“As you wish.”
The car soon arrived at the Fuller Family’s residence.
Old Master Fuller sat alone in the living room. As the guard at the door came in to
report, he knitt ed his brows, unsurprised.
But he was fully prepared to shift all the blame to Mia Fuller, convinced that as long as
Waylon Lewis vented his anger, the matter would pass.
It wasn’t a big deal after all.
Just as the reporting guard left, another person hurr iedly entered and reported, “Old
Master, the second young miss has run away.”
“Run away? How can you not watch over a single person?” Old Master Fuller glared.
“We’ve sent people to look for her; we should find the second young miss soon.”
“Then hurry up a nd go.”
At the entrance, watching as Waylon Lewis got out of the car with Hope Williams, he
wore a suit on the inside and a black coat on the outside, holding Hope Williams’s hand.
Hope Williams also wore a black coat, with a red knitted dress underneath, her long hair
falling over her shoulders, slightly lifted by the wind as they walked.
The two of them commanded an extraordinary presence, full of oppressive force that
made people instinctively shy away.
Following them were Thomas Hughes and the guards ho lding onto Isaiah Lewis.
The old butler felt a sinking feeling, stiffening up as he quickly stepped forward to greet
them.
“Pres… President Lewis…”
“Get out.”