Your Love,My Poison

Ariel asked for $10 million, but she was tough and had no room for negotiation.

I also can't accept this result. How can the good one suddenly have a serious dislocation of muscles and bones, and even can't wear high heels?

"Is that true? What did the doctor say? Do you have a diagnosis certificate? You can show us the diagnosis. "

I rationally said that I would like to see the doctor's diagnosis, and at the same time, I would like to see Ariel's attending doctor. It involves 10 million things, so I have to be cautious.

"I knew you wouldn't be so easy to let me off! The doctor's diagnosis, medical records and doctors will be here soon. You can ask as much as you like to see if I have lied? "

Ariel looked at us with a sneer. She was half lying on the bed with her back on the head of the bed. She held her chest in her hands and her chin slightly raised. She seemed to be very sure of the compensation.

She pressed zero, and the nurse came to ask her what she needed. Ariel told the nurse, "go and ask your doctor Zhao Jianjun to come, and say I have something to look for him."

The nurse frowned and was very embarrassed: "this patient, Dr. Zhao Jianjun, is the surgical director here. He receives a lot of patients every day, and the work at hand is also very tense. If there is no urgent matter, he will not be free to come to see you during working hours."

After all, Ariel is just a sprained ankle. She has been diagnosed and treated, and now there is no emergency. How can she call the director of surgery after listening to the other person's words?

Ariel sneered at the nurse and said, "just tell Dr. Zhao that it's me. Ariel can find him. If you can't get by, you just need to send a message to him according to his own wishes."

The nurse hesitated for a moment, and looked at each other as if she was very familiar with Zhao Jianjun. She reluctantly agreed: "OK, I'll call Dr. Zhao Jianjun right now."

Ariel is cold and proud. It seems that everything has been arranged for a long time. The more confident she is, the more ugly we will be.

"Wait! If there is evidence, you can't lose money or not! "

Shirley calmed down, but her face was still very ugly. It may be that the compensation of 10 million for her is far beyond what she can afford.

The last time I went to that private club, to a large extent, it can be proved that the private assets of Shirley were about one million, and she had to compensate 10 million

Where does she draw 10 million working capital from?

The situation is very bad for us.

Zhao Jianjun is the doctor in charge of Alice's ankle injury this time. As soon as he saw us, his face became gloomy: "are you two the culprits of Alice's injury this time?"

When you open your mouth, you are asking tough questions. This is not quite in line with Zhao Jianjun's seemingly amiable image.

Wearing a white coat and a round face, Zhao Jianjun looks like an amiable middle-aged man. However, his endless criticism is so serious that it does not match his amiable image.

"Ariel's ankle has been sprained, but you still want others to go on the catwalk. It's very strict to ask a person with an injured ankle to go on the catwalk of that important degree. Because you are the employers, you just squeeze people! Too much! "

With that, he asked us for the diagnosis certificate, and the doctor gave us the diagnosis certificate and medical record.

With a black face, Shirley took the diagnosis and carefully turned a page or two. She found that it was no different from what Ariel said. It even recorded the diagnosis of a small reduction operation tomorrow.

Ariel said with a cold smile, "compensation or not? If we don't make compensation, I'll see you in the court. My company won't let you go so easily then? What's more, when this kind of thing spreads, I'll see which top supermodel dares to show for your studio? "

Half soft and half hard coercion and inducement slowly make Shirley waver.

After a long time, Xuelan didn't say yes for the first time. Instead, she asked the nearby doctor Zhao Jianjun, "doctor, is the diagnosis above true?"

I understand Shirley's attitude of not accepting the facts. After all, I can't accept it now.

"Don't you believe in the diagnosis of the hospital? I don't believe you can transfer to a hospital to see what their diagnosis is like? Look at you young, just start a successful business, squeeze the cooperation supermodel into this shape, all say capitalists are vampires, I think you are more terrible than vampires! "

Zhao Jianjun's attitude is firm, and repeatedly confirmed the correctness of the diagnosis, so she completely gave up her heart: "compensation, are you sure you can't negotiate in private?"

Ariel smiles, maybe seeing that Shirley is willing to compensate 10 million yuan, her voice unconsciously rises to a higher level: "the compensation of 10 million yuan is not negotiable. If you have to negotiate, I'll see you in the court. At that time, the amount of our company's claim will be at least two or three times as much as it is now!"

Shirley mouth pulled out a stiff smile, look helpless, tone decadent said: "OK, I promise you, compensate 10 million."After agreeing to the compensation, Ariel directly drove us away, saying that she didn't want to see us two culprits who hurt her.

Before she left, she said to me, "I don't know if I can make up 10 million. If I can't, maybe I'll sell the studio."

She got on the car, the car started slowly away from my sight, the last sentence, but for a long time in my mind echoed.

Sell the studio? Don't we have to change our boss? Shirley is generous and tolerant to the staff below. If she really wants to change her boss, few people in our studio can accept it.

I am very sad, but more angry. Everything is the result of Jiang Mengjie's indiscriminate anger.

If it wasn't for her, we wouldn't be burdened with tens of millions of debts now.

Jiang Mengjie! Jiang Mengjie! I chew the name over and over in my heart. I wish I could drag this man out and cut him to pieces to relieve my hatred.

Outside the parking lot, the bright sunshine couldn't dispel my inner haze. Jiang Mengjie drove her Lamborghini convertible past me and stopped in front of me.

"Congratulations! Once famous designer Miss Anson! How does it feel to suddenly be in debt of $10 million? "

Her smiling face stabbed me in the heart ache, why she this culprit instead can get away with it?

"Do you remember what I told you that you would always borrow money from me? You didn't believe it at the beginning. Now that you are in debt of 10 million, can you believe it? "