Frustrated and feeling mocked, Charli challenged him, “What do you mean? Do you enjoy playing with people?"

Attempting to play the mediator, the manager intervened, "Mr. Stevens, please think twice. It does bad to your friend if this escalates. I've convinced Charli, despite her distress, to settle for a modest sum. It seems your friend also prefers a quiet resolution."

Aware of Luis' connections to the hospital's director, the manager had initially been apprehensive. Yet, with Charli having already taken action, he felt compelled to support her. If the situation escalated, he feared Charli might implicate him. Thus, he was determined to protect her interests, ensuring there were no mishaps.

Their experience told them that the VIP wards, like regular wards, lacked surveillance cameras except in corridors, giving them an advantage in the absence of direct evidence or witnesses.

The vulnerability often attributed to women could also play in their favor, potentially drawing public sympathy more readily than it would for men. In a potential dispute, it was unclear who would be more disadvantaged, especially given their position which could elicit public support.

The manager persisted, “Mr. Stevens, I advise you to stay out of this. Without cameras here, how can you be so sure of your friend's innocence? This occurred under my supervision, and given your ties with the director, rest assured, I will handle this discretely. But Charli is just a young nurse. She deserves some compensation."

How about I give you some time to discuss with your friend? I'll talk to Charli about reducing her demands. She's already faced humiliation, She's unlikely to stick rigidly to her initial request.

The manager was smooth in his approach, clearly adept at handling such situations.

Luis raised his eyebrows. “It seems you're quite practiced at this sort of thing. Very well. Let's conduct a thorough investigation. If it weren't for the fact that I'm a friend of the hospital director, I wouldn't bother with such trivial matters!"

Seeing that Luis was unmoved by their tactics, the manager's tone turned frosty. "Then I won't mediate this matter for you. As for Charli threatening to go public with her grievances, I can't stop her. A desperate young girl might do something drastic, like threatening to jump off a building, and then your losses would involve not just money but the reputation you businessmen hold dear!"

While saying this, the manager gave a covert wink to Charli.

Catching the signal, Charli began theatrically wailing about climbing out the window to jump.

Luis watched Charli theatrically approach the window, moving slowly and crying loudly, more to frighten others than to take any genuine action. He couldn't help but burst into laughter. "What's the matter? Can't reach the window? Should I bring a chair for you?"

Charli shot Luis a furious look, her anger intensifying. Enraged, she clutched her chest and yelled, “You all... You just want to see me dead! The rich like you think you can do whatever you please, treating others like they're expendable..."

Luis cautioned, "Don't harm yourself too much, or you'll end up blaming us, and remember, no one has laid a finger on you."

Charli was left speechless. Finding that her dramatic display had no effect, she begrudgingly dragged a stool over and made a show of sitting down, continuing her theatrics.

Meanwhile, frowning at the situation, Mitchel called out in a deep voice, "Matteo!"

Matteo immediately entered from outside. “Mr. Dixon, what do you need?"

Assuming Luis' presence would ensure the situation was handled smoothly, Mitchel was surprised to see Luis seemed more interested in teasing the troublemakers than resolving the issue.

Without even glancing at the manager and Charli, Mitchel commanded coldly, "Take these two to face legal consequences, as they should!"