Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 1051 - 153: Do You Have Any Other Identities? (Part 3)

"This woman really is a harbinger of bad luck, just like her mother who worked in a nightclub. Even with the noble blood of the Ji Family, she can’t change her fate of bringing misfortune to others."

Korea held a water cup, watching the two female employees by the bathroom sink gossiping about Ji Anning, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

Yes, Ji Anning, you are a calamity, a disaster star.

She cursed Ji Anning coldly in her mind, then stepped forward, entering the line of sight of those female employees, her high heels clicking loudly and confidently on the smooth floor.

Seeing Korea appear, the two female employees turned pale with fright.

"Korea... Manager Korea."

Korea looked at them coldly. "Is this what you’re supposed to be doing during work hours, gossiping here?"

A look of utter disdain for talking about others behind their backs.

The two female employees lowered their heads in fear. "We’ll get back to work right away."

With that, they fled without even rinsing the soap off their hands.

Korea watched their panicked retreat, a smug smile curling her lips.

She washed her hands, then took out her phone, dialed a number, and held it to her ear, talking as she walked, "How’s the situation over there now? Is he out of danger yet?"

Her other hand was in the pocket of her chic wide-leg pants, tightly clenched into a fist in tension.

The man she desired, the man she hadn’t yet obtained, mustn’t be harmed. She wouldn’t let anything happen to him.

A middle-aged man’s voice came through the receiver, "He hasn’t passed the critical phase yet."

"Report to me immediately if there’s any development. I’ll be heading over in the next few days."

As Korea said this, she reached her office door. Seeing her secretary waiting outside, she briefly instructed the person on the other end and then hung up the phone.

She strode into her office.

Her secretary followed her closely, shutting the office door.

Korea sat down on her office chair, and the secretary handed over a document. "This document requires your signature."

Glancing over the document, Korea found no issues, so she picked up a pen, signed her name with flair, then closed the folder and looked up at her secretary. "Arrange my schedule to postpone less important tasks and move up critical ones. I’m going to M Country."

"Yes," the secretary nodded respectfully.

Korea handed back the document and suddenly remembered something, instructing, "Also order a flower basket and a fruit basket for me, put them in my car. I need to visit Fengming Hospital during lunch."

"Yes."

The secretary took the document with both hands, nodded in response, and left.

Korea’s gaze focused on a point in space, her blue eyes emitting a chilling killing intent.

Ji Anning, without Ji Chicheng to protect you, I don’t believe I can’t destroy you.

...

"Is he really much better?"

"When will he wake up?"

Making six or seven calls a day to Xiang Yiqing was the only thing Ji Anning needed and could do now.

She desperately wanted to fly to M Country immediately, go to Ji Chicheng’s side, see him, and personally check his condition.

But the doctor severely warned her that if she wanted to keep her right leg and the baby in her belly, she must stay in bed for at least two months.

Otherwise, there would definitely be a miscarriage.