The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife novel Chapter 527

"Who are you talking to?" A voice erupted while Oliver was putting his phone away.

Startled, Oliver jerked around and saw George standing behind him. "What brings you here today, dad?"

George harrumphed. “Don't try to hide from me. I know you have summoned a group of torture experts here." He paused for a moment, looking in the direction of the interrogation room before he continued." Spill the beans. What the hell is going on with the woman inside the interrogation room?"

Oliver gritted his teeth. Julian had told him not to tell anybody about Susan's condition yet.

"I can’t tell you now, dad. Could you wait a few days?" Oliver said, earning himself an eye roll from George.

He raised his hand, giving Oliver's head a blow and his cheek a slap.

"Dad! How many times do I have to tell you not to hit me like that? I’m a grown-up, and you..." Oliver snarled gloomily.

George raised his arm and smacked his head once more. "I’m still your father no matter how old you are. Now, tell me honestly, what happened in Africa and what are you hiding from me? If you say no, I’ll post a nude photo of you from when you were still a kid on the army bulletin board.”

George was curious. Oliver and Joseph had given him every detail about the Dark Night Agency and what had happened in Africa the moment they had arrived in Canada. Also, Canada had already begun to negotiate with other countries to launch an all-out attack on the Dark Night Agency.

This was considered big news. However, George had no idea why, but he had a hunch that Oliver was hiding something even bigger from him. That was why he had gone there, as he was curious about it.

Oliver was speechless.

He did not know why he had a dad like George. The fear of having his nude photo exposed beat his promise to Julian.

Oliver shilly-shallied for a while before he spilled everything to George in the end.

George’s face changed numerous times after he heard what Oliver told him. They already had the remedy for the Errol Virus, so he had thought Susan would be able to get through it this time.

He had not expected that Willa would have something like that up her sleeve.

"I have been torturing her for four days, but her lips are tightly sealed," Oliver said, sounding disappointed in himself. “Do you have any suggestions, dad? We must not let that woman get her way!"

If Willa got what she wanted and Julian married her, not only would that break Susan's heart, but there was also a probability that she might make exorbitant demands in the future with this trump card in her hands.

George could not come up with a better idea either. He could only grit his teeth and say, "Aren't there three days left to go? Tell the experts to give it their best shot and make the woman open her mouth within three days!"

They were at their wit’s end, so Oliver could only nod in assent.

The moonlight was calm as a water pool.

Inside the hospital, Julian held Susan securely in his embrace. Neither of them spoke.

After a long while, Susan raised her head to look at Julian. Then, she pouted and said," Julian, I've been staying here for a long time. I'm feeling much better now, so can I be discharged from the hospital?"

Even though the hospital was lavishly decorated, it lacked the warmth of a house. Most importantly, she was homesick.

"Let's stay for a few more nights. What if you have a fever again like last time?" Julian said sternly.

"It was just an accident. Maybe I caught a cold that day. I promise you I'll be more careful next time," Susan said softly.

She did not want to stay in the hospital any longer.

Sadness crossed Julian's eyes. He tousled Susan's hair and said, "Taking precautions is always better than seeking a cure. Just hang on a little longer, okay?"

Julian always gave her everything she wanted. It was rare for him to be so persistent, so Susan could only drop the thought.

Julian coiled his arms even tighter around Susan.

Time flew by rapidly.

Willa was sitting in a gloomy room alone with a manic light in the depths of her eyes.

Her body was covered in wounds, and a sharp pain would shoot through her whenever she attempted to move.

However, she was laughing.

Oliver had been watching her around the clock. When he saw her laughing, he lashed out angrily, "What the hell are you laughing at?"

"What am I laughing at?" The grin on Willa's face broadened. "I'm laughing at you, of course! You can't do anything to me.