PopularNovelChapter 318
Yolanda suddenly remembered that she hadn't locked the door when she entered her room, but it was too late
now.
While exercising, she couldn't wear heavy disguises, and her current appearance drastically differed from her
former plump self.
As she considered hiding in the bathroom, the bedroom door swung open.
"Yolanda, | need to talk to you..." Harold walked in without hesitation.
"Who are you?"
Seeing the slender figure before him, he felt a strange familiarity and unfamiliarity. After her transformation,
Yolanda looked so stunning that he couldn't help but stare.
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"Where's Yolanda?"
Assuming she was one of Yolanda's classmates, he was annoyed that Yolanda hadn't informed the family about
her friend's visit. He was preparing to scold her when he suddenly noticed the young woman before him flicker
and then vanish.
"You-" Before he could say anything else, he felt a sharp pain at the back of his neck and lost consciousness.
Yolanda glanced at the man she had just knocked out, then shut the bedroom door again, locking it securely.
Fortunately, the earlier commotion hadn't been loud, and with Yvonne preoccupied with her own plans, she likely
wasn't paying attention to her surroundings.
A person who had transformed from overweight to near perfection in less than two weeks would definitely
attract attention.
Yolanda didn't want to reveal herself, so she erased Harold's memory of the incident.
She removed ssilver needles and inserted them into specific acupuncture points on the back of his head. He
wouldn't remember what had just happened when he woke up again.
After administering the acupuncture to erase his memory, Yolanda quietly moved him to the study.
Meanwhile, Diana had just finished showering and applying a face mask upstairs. When she exited the bathroom,
she noticed that Harold hadn't returned to their room yet, prompting her to wear a robe and head to the study.
"Honey?" She knocked softly on the door.
Thinking he was still working late, she tried to tread lightly. "It's late; you should rest! Honey?"
There was no response from inside.
Curious, she pushed the door open and found Harold slumped over his desk, motionless.
"Honey! Honey!" Alarmed, she rushed over and realized he was merely asleep. "You scared me..." She sighed in
relief and gently shook his arm. "Honey, wake up. If you're tired, you should go to bed!"
"Where am I?" Harold woke up to Diana's voice, and his head was pounding. He raised a hand to shield his eyes
from the desk lamp and looked around, realizing he was in the study.
"How did | fall asleep?"
He noticed a document he had been reviewing lying half-finished on the desk.
"You must be overworking yourself. You chfrom the hospital not long ago; you shouldn't push yourself
so hard!"
Diana sighed. "Cback to bed with me."
"Okay." He hesitated but ultimately stood up and followed her back to their bedroom.
"| just feel like... something is unfinished..."
As they walked, he tried hard to recall what he might have needed to do but couldn't remember anything.
"What's wrong?" Diana stopped, looking at him with concern. "Honey, you're just too tired."
"Maybe."
Harold felt doubtful but couldn't recall what he wanted to do, so he followed her to rest.
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