Suzanne Yates and Austin Hall novel Chapter 184

Chapter 184

What a terrible stroke of luck for Marsha to meet Charles, that bastard, here.

Everyone in the room looked bewildered

charles shot up from his seat and slammed his hands on the table Rolling up his sleeves, he jabbed a finger at Marsha and barked, “If I’d known you were coming today. I wouldn’t have bothered showing up”

He wanted nothing more than to get as far away from het as possible. He had already endured enough torment from her at the hospital.

Marshalet out a sharp laugh. “Then leave! Who’s berging you to stay?!

Herman stepped in, grabbing Charles by the arm and muttering under his breath, “That’s Suzanne’s friend Watch yourself-

Though still seething, Charles clamped his mouth shut and crossed his anns while glaring daggers at Marsha.

Suzanne pulled Marsha down beside her. “What’s going on between you twa?”

The moment they saw each other, it was like two bulls attacking each other.

The mere thought of the incident flared Charles‘ anger instantly affling his hair, he scowled as he pointed at Marsha “She questioned my medical skills and called me a frand!” hespapped

women practically begged for achance with him. And yet, for the first time, a woman had not only doubted him but outright

He had been pampered since childhood, and w damissed him. It was unbearable.

Marsha, still furing, sat beside Suzanne and glared right back at him

“Oh, and that’s my fault? Take a good look at yourself. Do you even remotely look like a doctor?” she shot back

in a once–over, her disdain evident. “What kind of respectable doctor acts all cocky and carefree? What kind of doctor has tattoos?”

There wasn’t a shred of professionalism in Charles‘ demeanor as a doctor.

Slamming the table, Charles stood again. “Damn it! Since when were tattoos forbidden for doctors? And excuse you, this is called charm. Ever heard of it?”

Marsha made a gagging noise, looking like she might be sick from his statement

Suzanne and the others watched the exchange, their brows twitching. Just moments ago, they had been worried the two might start fighting Now, oddly enough, they were starting to look well–matched

Herman studied Marsha intently. So, this was Suzanne’s friend. She was sharp–tongued and quick–witted–definitely someone worth keeping an eye on

Now that her temper had simmered a line, Marsha finally took in the rest of the people in the room.

She mudred Suzanne’s erm and leaned in to whisper, “What kind of gathering is this?”

Marsha wondered if Surane and Austin could actually be together. A gleam of curiosity flashed in her eyes.

just then, Austin poured a cup of warm water and set in front of Suzmne. His voice was calm as he said, “Drink this. Your stomach will feel better.”

Widout hesitation, Stane picked up the cup and took a sip.

“pr’s just a casual dinner,” she replied lightly

“Yeah, right” Marsha scoffed inwardly. She wasn’t buying that.

Her gaze flicked between them. Their looks and the air they gave off actually made a rather striking pair,

But sinne Suzanne won’t saying more, Marsha decided to let it go. True to her lively nature, it didn’t take her long to blend in with Austin’s group.

Herman slid into the seat beside her, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Ms. Newton, long time no see.

Marsha turned to him with a smile “Mr. Gunn, long time no ser.”

The entertainment industry was uma Of course, they knew each other. She raised her glass toward him, and they choked their drinks together with a smile. Charles was the only one and sulking, glaring at Marshalike she was his sworn enerny.

Marsta, however, couldn’t be bothered To her, Carles was nothing more than a petulant child.

Het man pulled out a script, his lips curling into a knowing smile. “Ms. Newton, care to take a look at this

Enyone knew Marshal

lack for furning historical dramas into blockbusters. With her on board, success was almost inevitable. Marsha raised an mylus, momentarily surprised. “Mr. Herman, are you really blog business with pleasure?” she asked with a smile.

This was supposed to te a friendly gathering, adhere he was, seizing the opportunity to talk shop

No wonder Fite Entertainment ruled the industry–Hein was a workaholic

He didn’t even try to deny anything, his senile drejertet

“Suzanne was the one

Suzanne?

ne who picked this script,” he remarkedl

Marsha turned to look at her, surprised.

the wo involved in this?