Chapter 908
Chapter 908 That Bitch Again!
In the car.
Irene turned to Gloria, "Gloria, what are you going to do next?"
Gloria stared at Dr. Robinson's receiving figure, and said with a thoughtful look, "Since there are traces, we should track them down. Just leave the rest to me. I can handle it." Irene disagreed instantly, "How can you deal with it alone?"
Gloria smiled, "I can cope with it for the time being, and I might need your help with my mother's matter."
Irene nodded, "OK, just let me know if you need any help with this matter."
Gloria nodded. Irene started the car without saying anything else.
On the other side...
Dr. Robinson got home and called Claude in a panic.
Claude was eating. When he saw it was Dr. Robinson, he frowned.
"Why did Bob call me?"
Martha had just put a pork rib on Angela's plate. She looked at Claude in doubt, "Bob? Who?"
Angela also frowned, as if both of them had forgotten this person.
Claude didn't speak but picked up the phone: Before he could speak, he heard Bob's flustered voice.
"Mr. White, something's wrong!"
If it weren't for this matter, he would never dare to disturb Claude.
Claude's face darkened slightly, "Is it something urgent in the hospital?"
But after saying that, he felt weird. If something happened in the hospital, the director would call him. How could it be Bob?
The next moment, he looked graver, "What happened?"
"It's Gloria. Gloria came to me today!"
Claude's expression suddenly changed, and Bob continued, "She showed me a list today, which is the herbs I prescribed you back then. I..." "Wait! Talk to me at my home."
Claude immediately hung up for fear that Bob would go on.
Martha also turned pale, "Gloria found something!"
Claude gashed his teeth, "Gloria is Black Rose. She might be monitoring our phones all the time. I had to stop him."
Martha frowned and said nothing.
Angela said, gashing her teeth, "That bitch again!"
Gloria was like a haunted ghost. When would she dle?
She didn't want to torture Gloria anymore. She just wanted her to die!
Pitch Lazial
But...
Gloria was like indestructible. She could survive no matter what she did to her. Why?
"Finish our meal." Claude said with a grave face, grabbed his chopsticks tightly and finished his meal.
Angela had lost her appetite, so she put down her chopsticks directly. Martha stopped eating after taking two bites. Bob arrived soon. Martha was cleaning the kitchen. When she saw him here, she washed her hands and untied her
She couldn't continue cleaning the kitchen at ease anymore. apron.
Claude closed the door and looked at him coldly, "What the hell happened?"
Bob looked pale, "Mr. White, if it weren't an emergency, I wouldn't have bothered you like this!"
"Just tell us what happened." Angela stared at him firmly. His chubby face rang a bell to her.