Cisco Gustin rushed over at the sound, his heart aching as he helped Michelle up. "Michelle! Michelle! Are you okay?"
Michelle Gates leaned against Cisco's shoulder, crying pitifully. "Cisco, my sister... I didn't expect her to follow me here..."
Cisco shot an annoyed glance at her, all his frustration from the morning directed at Piper Gates. "Piper Gates! You were the one who agreed to break off the engagement, and now you're the one causing all this trouble! Have you looked in the mirror? Have some shame!"
Piper Gates felt a headache coming on. She waved her hand dismissively and said, "Cisco, I was just having a meal. How is that causing trouble?"
Cisco stepped forward, grabbing Piper's wrist firmly, a hint of triumph in his voice. "Piper Gates, I almost believed you when you said you wanted to break off the engagement.
But it looks like you're just using a different tactic to cling on!"
He knew that Piper had been infatuated with him for years; there was no way she could just stop liking him. So this was her way of playing hard to get!
As Cisco tightened his grip on Piper's wrist, the wound she had just managed to heal reopened, blood seeping through the bandage. Michelle shrank back into Cisco's embrace, her voice trembling. "Cisco... there's blood..."
Cisco froze for a moment, quickly releasing Piper Gates. He grabbed a tissue to wipe his hands and softened his tone slightly.
"Piper, give it up. No matter what you do, I only love Michelle. Nothing will change my mind," he declared firmly.
Piper Gates cradled her wrist, where the blood was flowing from a deep cut. She didn't have the energy to argue with them; her priority was to get to the hospital.
Just then, the restaurant door swung open violently, and a group of bodyguards ushered in a man wearing a deep purple shirt.
He was strikingly handsome, with beautiful almond-shaped eyes that seemed to captivate everyone. His tousled hair added to his laid-back charm, making him look utterly irresistible.
As Donald Hart entered, he plopped down into a chair, tugging at his collar and demanding, "Throw those two out!"
The bodyguards stood there, confused about who he was referring to. Donald, frustrated, pulled at his shirt collar and pointed at the blood on the floor. "Who did this?"
Piper Gates raised her hand quietly. "I did..."
Donald Hart took a serious look at Piper, realizing she was the girl who had joined Jasper Hart for breakfast. He couldn't help but admire her a little.
Then he waved his hand dismissively at her. "Don't cause trouble. Move aside!"
Then he turned to Michelle Gates and asked, "Was it you who did this?"
Piper Gates was speechless.
"Send her the bill! This floor is worth at least $200,000! Make her pay!" Donald Hart waved his hand, setting the amount without hesitation.
"You!" Michelle Gate's face turned red. "How can you be so unreasonable? I didn't do this! It was her!"
Donald Hart ignored her and shouted, "Enough! Throw her out! I told you, no reservations, no entry!"
Michelle Gates immediately protested, "We know the owner here! How can you just kick us out?"
Only then did Donald Hart give her a proper look, snorting coldly, "I am the owner. Who are you?"
"I... I..." Michelle Gates was taken aback. The stunning man in front of her was the owner? Then who did Cisco Gustin know?
She had only been so sure that Cisco Gustin was connected to the owner of the restaurant because she had seen the business card in his bag! She had even boasted to her friends in the circle about how she had free access to the place!
Donald Hart smiled and said, "The person you know is the floor manager. Now, both of you, get out—smoothly!"
Cisco Gustin and Michelle Gates were forcefully dragged out of the restaurant, Canadium Pavillion, by a few bodyguards.
It was nearly nine o'clock, and many passersby witnessed the scene, whispering about the well-dressed individuals being thrown out of the dining establishment.
Outside, the commotion continued, while inside the private room, Michael Stone lowered his head and said, "Boss, the second young master has arrived."
Jasper Hart nodded, stood up, and walked out of the room. Donald Hart immediately stood up, shedding his earlier aggressive demeanor, and flashed a boyish, innocent smile. "Bro!"
"Bro??" Piper Gates looked at Jasper Hart in confusion, then glanced at Donald in his purple shirt. One was as handsome as a god, and the other was exquisitely charming—could they really be brothers?
Jasper approached, his eyes fixated on the blood dripping from the young girl's wrist, where Blood was clearly engraved on the previously white bandage now red. Each drop fell onto the floor, intensifying his grim expression.
His face turned pale as he bent down and scooped her up in his arms, saying, "Michael Stone, take her to the hospital and call Ray Dunlop."
"Yes, Boss."
Meanwhile, Donald Hart, feeling ignored, stretched his neck and waved his arms energetically. "Bro! Take me with you!"
Michael Stone hesitantly asked, "What about the second young master...?"
Jasper Hart replied, "What was the punishment for the hotel door incident?"
into the car, Micheal turned to Donald Hart and gave an awkward smile. "Second young master, the president wants you to go home and continue your reflection. According to the rules, you can't leave until eight o'clock tomorrow night."
Donald Hart: "..."
He had raced over because he heard from the restaurant staff that Jasper Hart had brought a woman to dinner today. This was huge! He might be getting a sister-in-law soon!
But who knew? Before he could even say a word to his potential sister-in-law, Jasper had whisked her away!
At the hospital, Piper Gates' wrist was already soaked through with blood, staining the original bandage red. Jasper Hart hurriedly carried the pale-faced girl into Ray Dunlop's office.
Ray Dunlop had everything ready early on, prepared to stitch up the wound. After half an hour of focused work, he finally finished.
Ray Dunlop stepped out to grab some medicine while Jasper Hart sat beside Piper Gates. He glanced at the shocking wound on her wrist and asked, "Why did you try to take your own life?"
Piper, having lost too much blood, lay weakly on the table, her mind blank. Unable to think of a better excuse, she mumbled, "I have a scar on my face. I'm too ugly…"
Jasper paused for a moment before softly replying, "Little liar."
The Piper Gates he remembered, sitting in a bathtub filled with blood, was cold and restrained. She would never end her life over a scar.
In fact, he could sense a powerful will to live within her, stronger than anyone else's.
He bent down and lifted her gently, carrying her to the prepared hospital room. He carefully placed her on the bed, tucked her in, and said softly, "Get some good rest."
In her hazy state of consciousness, Piper felt as if she had returned from a battlefield, experiencing a sense of relief at having survived.
Suddenly, Piper grabbed Jasper's wrist, her cold palm pressing against him. She whispered, "Mr. Hart… thank you."
Just then, Ray Dunlop returned with the medicine. He pushed the door open and saw Jasper's back, chuckling as he teased, "Even if an iron tree blooms, it wouldn't spring back to life overnight, right?"
Jasper Hart turned and walked out of the hospital room, asking, "Can the scar on her face be treated?"
When it came to medical skills, Ray Dunlop's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Of course! If President Jasper has taken a liking to someone, I'll do everything I can to save her, even if it's just a breath left!"
Michael Stone walked in and said, "Sir, it's time to head to the office."
Jasper glanced back at the girl sleeping on the hospital bed and said, "Keep an eye on her. Let me know when she wakes up."
Michael nodded with a knowing smile, "Got it, got it. She definitely won't slip away this time."
Michael drove in front while Jasper sat in the backseat, resting his eyes. But this time, his mind kept drifting back to that delicate face—beautiful, lively, and fiercely proud.
He raised a hand to touch his chest and asked, "Is there a collaboration between the Gustin Family and the Hart Family?"
Michael immediately replied, "It's just a project from one of the branches. They outsourced a sub-project to the Gustin Family. It's a minor issue that the branch handled, so it wasn't reported to you specifically."
Jasper opened his eyes, his deep gaze hiding a chill. He coldly said, "Cancel it."
"What?" Michael Stone was taken aback.
"Collaboration, it's off," Jasper Hart stated flatly.
Those four words felt like a light sentence for the Gustin Family.
Michael paused for a moment before quickly understanding. "Got it."
"Spread the word that the young master of the Gustin Family has clashed with Donald," Jasper instructed.
"Understood." Michael instantly grasped what his boss meant.