Go Back and I Rule There novel Chapter 93

Rachel quickly said she understood and urged everyone to try the desserts, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the noble young woman.

Just how rich must she be to live so extravagantly?

Her circle had money, too, but there were levels to wealth.

Take handbags, for instance. They might buy a few Hermes bags worth tens of thousands of dollars to rotate.

But this girl, with everything she ate and used, clearly never worried about the cost.

The young woman was now seated. It turned out the woman who had opened the door for her was just her housekeeper.

"Miss, what would you like to eat? I'll have them prepare it."

The young woman's voice was gentle. "Fiona, you should sit too. You don't always have to fuss over me."

"I couldn't possibly. My duty is to take care of you, Miss," the middle-aged housekeeper replied dutifully.

The girl seemed to give up, smiling softly as she was about to order.

Just then, a bodyguard approached, his brow slightly furrowed. "Miss, what are you doing here? Didn't you ask Mr. Lee to call a doctor for you?"

"Call a doctor?" The girl seemed confused, then, as if remembering something, she looked at her housekeeper. "Fiona?"

Fiona smiled calmly. "It's nothing, Miss. Your appetite hasn't been good lately, and I heard Sol has many famous doctors, so I called one to help you."

The girl sighed. "Alright, then."

She knew Fiona had other intentions and had called the doctor without her permission, but Fiona was family who had raised her since she was a child. She couldn't fault her for overstepping.

The bodyguard reported, "Miss, Mr. Lee and the others have arrived."

Fiona, arranging the silverware for the girl, said, "So they've arrived. Tell them to wait in the lobby lounge. The young miss will see them after her meal."

The girl seemed to have no other choice. She looked at Fiona. "Go on, explain the situation."

Outwardly, Fiona said, "Yes, Miss." But inwardly, she was fuming. She wanted to see just who this arrogant doctor was, who couldn't even let her finish her meal in peace.

In the hotel lobby, Rosalind and Fabian had been waiting for twenty minutes.

Fabian was pacing anxiously.

Although the weather had cooled down, he had been rushing around earlier. Being short and stout, with a large belly, he was now sweating profusely for some reason.

Rosalind's gaze swept over him, her voice as clear as pearls falling on a plate. "Fabian, have you been like this recently?"

"Like what?" Fabian wiped the sweat from his brow, oblivious to his own condition.

Rosalind suddenly reached out and took his pulse. "Excessive sweating, increased appetite, heart palpitations... hyperthyroidism."