Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 250

“Oh, please. As if a helpless woman like me could do anything to the great Mr. Darcy Rogers. If you’re that worried, I can just leave.”

Yvonne made a show of turning to walk away.

With his mind clouded by lust, Darcy wasn’t about to let her go.

He grabbed her arm and yelled at his driver and bodyguards, “Stop using him to scare me! Get lost, and don’t get in my way!”

The driver and bodyguards didn’t dare defy Darcy and reluctantly departed.

Once they were gone, Yvonne walked straight to the driver's side, opened the door, and slid in.

“You’re driving?” Darcy asked, confused. “Do you have your license?”

“So what if I don’t? You’re a Rogers, aren’t you? Can’t you handle a little thing like that?” Yvonne said with a raised eyebrow.

Darcy didn’t argue. He got into the passenger seat, and before he could even get settled, Yvonne slammed her foot on the accelerator, and the car shot forward.

Yvonne drove fast. The roads were quiet and empty at night, so there was little danger.

In fact, the thrilling speed seemed to excite Darcy. He clearly had a taste for adventure and for bold women like Yvonne.

Yvonne sped on, eventually pulling into the parking lot of a private hospital owned by the Rogers Group.

The Rogers Group had started in the medical field and owned dozens of private hospitals, not just in Istra but all over the country.

Since the Rogers family was in league with criminals like George and Colin, Yvonne reasoned that their hospitals couldn't be clean either. Investigating them through their medical facilities would be the fastest way to find dirt.

“Why did you drive to a hospital?” Darcy asked, bewildered.

Just as she was wondering how to get inside, the security door opened, and a middle-aged man in a lab coat and a sterile mask walked out.

“Darcy, what are you doing here?” the man asked.

He was the hospital director and a relative of the Rogers family, which was why he could address Darcy by his first name.

“Mr. Bishop, you’re still working? My girlfriend has a stomach ache, so I brought her in for a check-up,” Darcy said casually, pulling Yvonne closer.

Mr. Bishop’s expression was serious, his sharp eyes scrutinizing Yvonne.

But Yvonne was a top police academy graduate and a seasoned undercover agent. She wouldn’t betray a hint of a flaw.

She clung to Darcy’s arm and whined petulantly, “Darcy, who is this guy? A doctor at your hospital? Doesn’t that mean he works for your family? He’s not showing you any respect at all. You should fire him. Tell him to pack his things and get out.”