The bag suddenly flew out and hit the woman's face directly. She cried out in pain, and several nurses stood up, seeing the woman emerge from the corridor.
A high-fashion woman dressed in custom-made attire. A silk blouse with a palace style inside, a black suit jacket with strong shoulders and a cinched waist, adorned with a half-wing sapphire butterfly chain brooch.
Long legs, a slim waist, and loose curls; her beautiful face was now clouded with darkness, coldly staring down at them.
Despite the black-and-white color scheme, nothing looked monotonous on her. Calm and grand, the oppressive aura at that moment overwhelmed the people at the nurse's station, who dared not breathe.
Working here, they naturally understood that wealthy people in the area were not to be trifled with, and someone like Florence Fuller looked even more challenging to mess with.
They lowered their heads, not daring to speak.
