Dean looked at his phone and saw that it was a call from his lawyer. He glared at Mary, who was still sitting in the chair.

Mary's eyes were already closed. He did not know if she had died yet or not. However, she was already dead to him.

"Take her away! How unlucky!" Dean said through gritted teeth to his assistant.

"Okay! I'll get people to take her away!" The assistant left the ward and called two bodyguards over to take Mary out.

Dean sat on the bed and answered the call. "Has Natalie gotten the contract?"

"Mr. Jennings, I can't contact Natalie," the lawyer said. "She had told me this morning that once we send the money over, she will be able to get the transfer agreement for Tate Industries by this afternoon, but after we gave her the money, she began to ignore us."

This was a blow to Dean. He became dizzy and fell onto the bed.

"W-Where is she?" Dean clutched his forehead while panting.

"She said that she went to Tate Industries to deal with something. I just got off the