Good bye You Never Love Me

Chapter 37 She Had to Work With Him

The ward.

Immersed in the sorrow, Martha kept silent. The ward quieted down.

Suddenly, steady footsteps sounded outside the door. Soon, there were some unhurried knocks.

Martha looked over at the door and her pale lips parted, "Please come in."

The next second, Rhys, in a black suit, walked in while holding a red rose bouquet.

The two women who stayed in the ward looked surprised.

Melissa's gaze swept between the man and Martha, and she thought the man seemed to pursue her

best friend, but she couldn't see any excitement in Martha's aloof face.

Melissa could tell Martha wasn't interested in the man.

"How are you feeling now, Miss Doyle?"

Rhys put the bouquet on the nightstand and sat in the chair next to the bed.

Martha nodded slightly and replied indifferently, "I'm well."

Looking up at him, she asked, "Has the police found the suspects?"

"The two arsonists have confessed their crime."

Rhys let out a snort of laughter, his eyes glimmering with a threatening light, "How bold they are! How

dare they ruin my reserved place!"

Melissa asked in confusion, "Why did they do it?"

"They said they wanted to steal the artworks and make some money but didn't want to leave any

traces. After Martha found them, they set up a fire to kill her."

Rhys' eyes darkened. His aura of power seemed to have made the air colder.

Then he sensed his reaction was too much and slightly calmed down. A wicked smile lifted the corners

of his mouth once again.

"Fortunately, you are all right, Miss Doyle. Or my heart would be broken."

Martha didn't react after hearing his words. With her eyes lowered, she seemed to be lost in thought.

Suddenly, Melissa remarked angrily, "Martha had to check into the hospital because of the fire. They

should stay in jail long."

Frowning, Rhys answered, "Miss Doyle didn't get severely injured, so they were sentenced to ten years

imprisonment."

Martha kept silent for a long time, but right then, she remarked, "My hunch told me this matter wasn't Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

that simple. They should be manipulated by someone to do that."

Obviously, she could tell those arsonists hadn't expected her to appear. At that time, they didn't look as

if they were stealing the paintings.

Besides, they held the lighters, so she was sure they wanted to set up a fire initially.

Martha wondered who wished to burn down all her pictures.

Rhys nodded his agreement and said coldly, "The two arsonists turned themselves in quickly. I also

doubted it. Unfortunately, we lacked other evidence to prove they were manipulated."

As soon as he broke off, Melissa asked, "What about their bank accounts? Has the police checked

them?"

Rhys nodded, his eyes gloomy.

"I did. They didn't have any records of entering and exiting the country. Probably, their families were

kept hostage to threaten them."

"How despicable!" Melissa blurted out in anger and slapped the bed edge.

Suddenly, she thought of something and looked expectantly at Rhys. "Can you find the manipulator

behind the arsonists?"

Before Rhys replied, Martha answered, "Forget it. Don't bother. I know who has done so."

Earlier, Joann appeared at the exhibition center, so Martha believed she must have something to do

with this matter.

However, Joann wouldn't have been so smart to make such a fuss.

Therefore, Martha guessed Joann was just a pawn, and the manipulator should be Hollie.

After all, Hollie was the only one with the motive to do so in this city.

Seeing Martha was confident, Melissa asked curiously, "Who is it?"

"Who's my foe in this city?" Martha asked while calmly smiling at her best friend.

Frowning, Melissa was still considering, but subconsciously, she answered, "You mean Hollie, right?"

Rhys was slightly taken aback. A glint of understanding flashed across his eyes.

He knew a lot about the Doyle family, and naturally knew that the two daughters of the Doyle family had

been at odds.

Nodding, Martha pressed her lips together without speaking.

However, Melissa seemed to have taken the tumble and remarked, "So, Hollie is the real manipulator

this time. She wants to ruin your exhibition..."

Before finishing her words, she cursed, "What a vicious bitch! She did evil things to you four years ago.

Now, after you return, she wants to kill you. What a heartless..."

"Melissa, let the bygones be bygones," Martha interrupted her as Rhys was still in the ward.

Melissa buttoned her lip immediately.

However, Rhys looked as if he had heard nothing and still looked calm.

A while later, Martha looked at him and broke the silence in the ward.

"Mr. Williams, the fire was set because of me. I'll compensate you for all your loss."

Rhys shrugged, staring at her.

"Please don't bother. I want to sign an agreement with you. I'll open an art studio for you. What do you

think, Miss Doyle?"

Without hesitation, Martha rejected his suggestion.

"I draw and paint not for making money. I need to do something more important."

After seeing her father, Martha had only one goal -- to snatch back the Doyle Group, kick Hollie out of

it, and make her pay for what she had done.

With a smile, Rhys reminded her in a mellow voice, "You have nothing right now. How will you compete

for the Doyle Group's shares?"

Martha's eyes darkened, a hint of surprise flashing through them.

She didn't expect Rhys to know everything about her that well.

However, she had to admit Rhys' words made sense. She still lacked enough power and money to get

back the Doyle Group's shares in this city.

Martha was silent for a moment.

Watching her, Rhys wore a faint smile and added, "Miss Doyle, please think twice about my

suggestion."

The Doyle Group had become an affiliate of the Harrison Group. Stefan had more than half of its

shares.

The Williams Group was the only company that could compete with the Harrison Group in this city.

Therefore, Martha had no choice but to work with him.