That was the last thing Gaston could remember. He thought it was the voices of rescue workers or locals before he lost consciousness and woke up in the hospital. The bright light from the ceiling light woke him up. Trying to raise his hand to block the light, he realized that his shoulder must have a problem.
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"Ouch!!.. Ouch.. My arm!"
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"Your shoulder is dislocated, sir. I heard the doctors talking just now."
Secretary Didier interrupted while helping him up from the bed next to him. His body was covered in bandages and bruises.
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"You're fine!... What a relief." "What about Limone!?"
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"I don't know. When I opened my eyes, I saw only you and me. Maybe... Maybe... ummm... She might..."
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"Oh, crap! No more talking!!! Stop making such an ominous sound. Limone must be in a room in this hospital! And I have to go see her!"
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Before the secretary could finish her sentence, Gaston immediately jumped out of bed. Although his body was still sore and he could hardly put weight on his feet, his heart was too anxious to lie still. He was deaf and blind to hear Didier's protests. At this crucial moment, all Gaston was listening to was Limone's screams, which were faintly coming from deep in his memory.
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The thick glass door was pushed open, and suddenly, the flashes from cameras! Microphones from the army of reporters rushed in to ask for an interview without warning! The bruised body was pressed together, unable to move. They treated Gaston like a chick in the palm of his hand, a flock of vultures swarming around its prey instead of a news hawk waiting for the truth. It was a despicable, rude, and disrespectful act. Moreover, each question was so sensitive that one could not help but wonder if these people still had any ethics... or not?
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/How did this happen? Who's driving?/
"Me... excuse me, please move aside!"
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/Then, a celebrity in the high society circle like you, doesn't have a personal driver? Why do you have to drive yourself?/
"It's my business! Back off...!!"
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The big man started to get annoyed. He tried to push the crowd of reporters to disperse into a circle.
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/Where did you want to go in the first place? Before the incident happened?/
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The questions kept being fired at the young millionaire. Some answers were given, some were not. Some were translated, some were not. But who cares? In this day and age, news doesn't have to be accurate. You can edit it later. These days, it has to be fast, especially when it's news about a world-class celebrity who had an accident in this land of tragedy. If it's uploaded to the internet in a moment, it's guaranteed to become a drama. It can attract viewers for another week.
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"Hey, can you guys stop being so nosy about my business! If you want to know anything, go ask my secretary! I'm in a hurry! Move aside!!!"
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When his patience reached its limit, Gaston began to lose his temper. But before he could do anything, everything came to a halt when he heard the question from a reporter's mouth.
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/What about Miss Limone? What are you going to do? Are you going to sue or not?/
"Why?! …What happened!"
"Hey......!"
"I asked what happened to her? Huh?! Answer me, you crazy people!!!"
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His eyebrows furrowed together, the veins on his temples throbbed with raging anger. Emmanuel Gaston's attitude changed into a different person. He grabbed the reporter by the collar and pulled him closer to ask, not caring that she was just a small woman. Since he had not respected her from the beginning, there was no need to maintain his image anymore.
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This incident was the first time that the reporters had calmed down. They were all stunned and confused by what they saw. Her legs were floating and not touching the ground. Her neck was green and almost suffocating.
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/Th...she died/ , /Ah...Ack..g..g/
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"Huh! What did you say! Do you know who I am! If I call your subordinates with just one call, your body, your loved ones, and your family will be doomed, so don't joke around!... Try saying that again!"
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The force of the hand became even more violent. The reporter girl closed her eyes tightly, tried to slap her with her hands on various parts, and struggled to escape.
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"Enough, sir! Let her down, I beg you. Miss Limone is no longer with us. What that reporter said is true...!"
Secretary Didier appeared with the doctor and the hospital security guard.
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"Please, all the reporters, get out of here. Also, please send me all the interview files and recorded photos. Let's end this on a good note. We don't want any problems with you."
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Didier did his job politely, which was the complete opposite of his boss's behavior. The young millionaire couldn't accept what he heard! He went straight to the doctor in charge. Luckily, he was restrained by the security guard. He was handcuffed to the bed frame to calm himself down. After seeing Limone's body with his own eyes in the morgue, Gaston fainted.
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His mind was severely affected. No matter how much he woke up and made a scene at the people around him, his raging emotions could not bring his lover back to life. Because the truth is the truth. For this reason, Gaston decided to cancel all the plans to do in Thailand and sent Limone Beauduin's body back to his hometown for a ceremony.
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Every day that passed, he could only blame himself for being the cause of all these terrible things. If they hadn't fought that day, Limone wouldn't have ended up like this. To make matters worse, Emmón Gaston hated everything in Thailand. Both the shameless reporters, the lousy doctors, and the people's driving that disregarded the rules. He even vowed that even if he died and became a ghost, he would never forgive what this country did!
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After that, when his body started to recover and he had appointed a lawyer to handle the case, Gaston and Didier return to country.
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"Goodbye, I will never step foot here again, Didier. I hate this place! I hate the people here!"
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"Yes, my lord. After this corridor, we will board the plane."
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One person had a cast on his arm, while the other had to use crutches. A private chartered plane was prepared.
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"Don't expect me to use the services of the people in this country again. I don't even want to sit together on the plane! I stink of them! Goodbye, let's never meet again!!!"