Chapter 711

Nigel tumbled off the bed and crashed to the floor with a heavy thud. Celine, who stood in the doorway, took in the sight—Nigel, the infamous business mogul, had just been thrown off the bed by Fiona. Unable to hold back, Celine erupted into laughter. "Sorry, Mr. Hampton," she said between giggles. "I don't laugh unless I really can't stop myself." "That's enough laughing!" Nigel snapped. "If you keep going, it will become disrespectful." Fiona turned to Celine. "Ms. Tate, my apologies for the inconvenience." Celine walked in, feeling a sense of camaraderie with Fiona. "Ms. Jakeman, I feel like we really get along. If you don't mind, you can call me Celine, just like Mr. Hampton does." Fiona smiled back. "Alright, Celine." "Ms. Jakeman, would you mind extending your hand? I'd like to take your pulse." Fiona stretched out her hand, and Celine gently placed her fingers on Fiona's wrist. Within moments, her expression darkened. Nigel couldn't stand seeing Celine's troubled face