She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 654: Narrow Road for Enemies

Hope Williams tugged at her lips.

Hearing the maid say that was truly frightening.

"Thank you, what’s your name?"

Hope’s voice was still slightly weak as she looked at the young maid who had just helped her and asked.

The young maid answered, "Miss Williams, my name is Violet Summer. You can just call me Violet."

Hope nodded, "Hmm, my daughter’s nickname is Willow. Your names are quite similar."

"You have a daughter?" Violet was somewhat surprised.

Hope smiled gently, "Are you that surprised? I have a son and a daughter. They’re both five years old."

"Wow, you really can’t tell that you’re already a mother of two kids."

Mentioning the two little ones, Hope gently stroked her lower abdomen, her expression softening.

But then she thought about how she had been unconscious for so long; Waylon, Liam, and the two little ones must be terribly worried.

"Violet, can I borrow your phone? It seems like all my things are gone, and I don’t have my phone. I want to make a call to let my family know I’m safe."

Violet hesitated, showing a troubled expression, "Miss Williams, you might want to ask Master Taylor about this... I’m just a maid and don’t want to make a mistake..."

Anthony Taylor wanted to keep Hope here, but if Hope called her family, they would definitely come to take her back.

Violet could discreetly hint at Hope without any issue, but once a call was made and Hope’s family got involved, Violet would be ruining her employer’s matters, which as a maid, she wouldn’t dare to risk.

Hope pressed her lips together; the girl had just helped her, so she naturally couldn’t put her in a difficult position now.

"Alright, I’ll figure something out myself."

"I’m sorry, Miss Williams."

"It’s okay, I understand."

Other maids brought in food, and Violet set the dishes, slightly bowing, "Miss Williams, enjoy your meal."

"Thank you."

After Violet left, Hope was alone in the room. She propped up her body and walked to the window, pulling it open to look outside. It was a completely unfamiliar environment to her.

Hope furrowed her brows, realizing she forgot to ask which city she was currently in.

Without a phone and with that man called Anthony Taylor not letting her leave, she couldn’t contact Waylon and the others. Coupled with her poisoned and weakened body, Hope felt a sense of powerless anxiety deep inside.

Anthony Taylor walked down the stairs, looking at the visitor, a trace of impatience flashing in his eyes.

"Brother Taylor." Asher Ross saw Anthony coming down, extinguished the cigarette in his hand, and smiled at him, "I heard Brother Taylor rescued a pretty woman. Is it true?"

"Does it have anything to do with you if it’s true? Tell me, how much do you want to borrow this time?"

Anthony sat down on the sofa, his legs in black suit pants crossed, lighting a cigarette and coldly looking at him.

Asher’s smile stiffened, and he awkwardly held up a hand to gesture the number five to Anthony.

"Five hundred million?"

"Fifty billion!"

Anthony took a deep drag of his cigarette, chuckling lightly, "Get out."

"..."

"Brother Taylor, I’m really out of options. A crazy woman came to my casino that day, gambling tens of billions at a time, and I ended up being tricked by her."

"You’re a big-time casino owner, and you lost everything in your own casino, and you even dare to say it out loud?"

Asher’s face darkened.

Anthony chuckled, "But I’m curious about what kind of woman could be so capable? Enough to bankrupt a seasoned casino veteran like you."

"That woman was once with Liam Cloud and now is with Waylon Lewis, very cunning and sly."

"Waylon Lewis?" Anthony narrowed his eyes, "From the Emperor Capital?"

"Yes." At the mention of these names, Asher felt a pang for his lost money.

Anthony raised an eyebrow, "A woman valued by Liam Cloud and now Waylon Lewis’s wife must be extraordinary. What’s her name? I’d like to meet her if there’s a chance."

"Hope Williams!" Asher said through gritted teeth.

"Hope Williams?"

The hand holding the cigarette paused.

Hope Williams!

Wasn’t she the woman upstairs?

Such a coincidence?!

"Asher Ross?"

"Hope Williams?"

Hope had just eaten, regaining some strength and not wanting to delay any further. She had to contact Waylon Lewis immediately.

She intended to discuss matters with Anthony Taylor, and as she followed the maid’s guidance to the living room, she saw Asher sitting there.

Asher heard the sound and looked up, seeing the ’crazy woman’ he mentioned manifest in front of him as if by magic.

Anthony’s brows twitched violently as he stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray while watching Asher rush over to Hope.

"What are you doing here?"

Hope glanced at Asher, also finding it quite the coincidence.

Asher’s eyelids twitched, looking towards Anthony sitting on the sofa, "Brother Taylor, is she the woman you rescued?"

Anthony raised an eyebrow, neither confirming nor denying.

Ignoring Asher’s surprised expression, Hope walked directly to Anthony, "Mr. Taylor, I’d like to talk to you."

Just as Anthony was about to speak, Asher suddenly laughed maliciously to himself, "Hope, isn’t this a case of a narrow escape?"

Hope turned her head to glance at him, "What? Are you trying to take advantage and default on your debts?"

"Now without Waylon Lewis and Liam Cloud by your side, let’s see who can protect you." Asher clenched his fists with a vicious expression.

"Get out," Anthony said coldly.

Asher looked at Anthony, "Brother Taylor, who are you talking about?"

Anthony glanced at him indifferently, "You."

Asher was incredulous, "Brother Taylor..."

"I don’t like repeating myself."

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