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Trapped series - Episode V: Trapped with the Doctor. He is the director of the largest hospital in Shine Empire. She is the daughter of the director of Zoria Hospital. When the cool, heartless and high-handed Arvin Gomez meets the mischievous, cute and impulsive Angela Sanderson, what will happen?
In the Biologic Clinical Laboratory of
Bio-engineering Preparation Major of Pharmacy Department of Onimore Medical University, Shine Empire.
Using his horn-rimmed glasses, the old professor peered over his students doing experiments. Today, the students must improve their formulas.
He walked through each student's work area to check their progress. Suddenly, something caught his attention. He looked very displeased. "Angela! Look at your laboratory rat!"
Angela looked at the dying rat and felt embarrassed with herself. "My new formula was correct. I wonder what went wrong?"
The old professor grabbed her formula and glowered at her, "Angela! You did it on purpose, right?" He suspected that it was her plan all along.
Angela gave a puzzled look, "What went wrong, Mr. Angela?" She tried to understand what the professor had said to her. She looked closely and saw the dose, where his thumb circled around.
That meant she put an extra dose of 10 mg. The rat was clearly overdosed.
"You put an extra dose of 10 mg of chemical A, Angela!" It would be a miracle if the rat was still alive. "Whoever employs you as a medicine developer will surely have his medicine factory closed!" The professor blurted out. Someone laughed. There was no need for Angela to guess who she was. Well, of course, that was Susie!
Angela snatched the improved formula and held up her hand before Susie, whose face had just been injected with hyaluronic acid, could say a word. "Shut your mouth! Just say one more word and I will make this formula paper into pills and watch you swallow it every day!"
After Susie heard that, the color drained out of her face. She quickly took her gloves and checked her face. She felt an instant relief after making sure it was just fine.
Susie may have a tough shell, but she could be easily frightened. To get even, she complained, "Mr. Finch, Angela wants to fight with others in your class. She doesn't even respect you!"
Mr. Finch's expression hardened. He glared at Angela, "Stay after class and clean the classroom, Angela."
Angela remained unconvinced. She protested, "She started this! Haven't you heard what she said first, Mr. Finch? She provoked me."
"I said clean the classroom! I don't want to hear any words from you!" Mr. Finch couldn't be swayed. Angela's refute had completely outraged him.
Nancy Hammond moved closer to Angela and consoled her, "You knew that Mr. Finch was Susie's uncle, right? You shouldn't even say a word. Don't worry, I will stay with you."
Right! How could Angela even forget? Of course, Mr. Finch was Susie's uncle! She immediately went to the laboratory door and blocked the way. "So, you wanted me to clean the classroom? Fine. But Susie is going to stay and clean with me! Otherwise, no one leaves the laboratory!"
Mr. Finch was named Berg Finch but Angela liked to call him Bug behind his back.
Despite Berg's irritation, Brant, the tutor, had always treated Angela nicely. Because of this, he felt compelled to show her a little bit of mercy. He ordered his niece, "Stay and help Angela clean the classroom!"
Susie knew this was going to happen! She felt bad. She didn't know what Angela had to do with their tutor. Why did she always get this kind of treatment? She didn't get any punishment for her misbehavior.
The drama was over. Angela told Nancy, who insisted to stay with her, to go out of the laboratory, "I'll be fine. I'll clean this quick. Just wait for me outside."
Nancy didn't object. "Okay. You don't have to rush. I'll wait."
Angela returned to the laboratory and saw Susie holding a disinfectant liquid. She blocked her way and said, "Don't you like Randal Rogers, Susie?"
"How did you know that?" Susie's cheeks turned pink when her secret was revealed.
Angela felt so pleased with herself, "Of course, I know. I will get him to ask you out if you would stay and clean the laboratory. What do you think?"
"Well, I don't believe you! You actually think that I don't know but I am fully aware that you like him too!" She couldn't take any of the lies that she just heard from that woman.
Much to Angela's surprise, she stuttered, "How did you know that I like... Randal?"
Susie answered, "Every time you see him, your eyes would always light up! It's not hard to notice that!"
Angela attempted to open her mouth but no words came out of it. 'Is it really obvious?' she thought to herself. "How about I tell you a secret?"
"Why should I believe in what you're about to say?" Susie said with an obvious skeptic tone. She could no longer be deceived by her lies! Because.. being with Angela in the same classes in the University for three years, Angela had fooled her so many times.
"This news has cost me an arm and a leg! Tonight, Randal will..." Angela whispered into Susie's ear. Whatever Susie had heard, it made her eyes widened.
Angela's eyes were full of deceit, "At 8 o'clock tonight, Randal will..."
"What? Say it, Angela!" Susie was very anxious. She was like an ant on a hot pan.
But Angela didn't want to say it on purpose. Susie felt like she had no choice but to agree on her request earlier, "Fine. I will clean the classroom."
"You promised. At 8 o'clock tonight, Randal will..."
After a minute, Angela walked out of the laboratory. When Nancy finally saw her, she looked at her with her confused eyes, "What's going on?"
"I don't have to clean up. So, here I am!" With her hands inside the pockets of her white coat, Angela looked up to the beautiful sky with a smile on her face.
Nancy realized what happened right away. She looked at her, "So, you fooled her, again?"
"Well, I told her that Randal would go to the girls' dorm at 8 o'clock tonight."
"How did you know that?"
"Of course, it's a lie. Hahahaha!" Angela tapped Nancy's shoulder, "Let's go." Together, they left the lab.
Clearly, what she did was just a response to Susie's everyday dose of sarcasm. If she forgot being tricked every day, Angela was in no way to blame.
Actually, Angela didn't know Randal's schedule at all. Despite the fact that she liked him, she would not bother knowing those things. She was not like the other girls.
At 7:40 p.m.
Angela and Nancy left school and went to their dorm. When they crossed the playground, Angela saw a man and her heart tripled its beat. She clutched Nancy's hand, "Look, Nancy, that's Randal!"
Under the tree, a tall and thin man was talking to the three men across him.
No one knew what these four men were talking about. However, the other three slowly approached Randal, one of them even pushed him.
"Well. It looks like they are gonna fight.." To see more clearly, Nancy pushed her eyeglasses back on the bridge of her nose and squinted her eyes.
"Yes, it looks like they are fighting!" Angela's face darkened. Why would they hurt Randall? She released Nancy's hand and rushed towards them.
She stretched out her arms against the three men to protect Randal. She looked like a hen that was trying to protecting a chick, "What are you going to do with Randal?"
It looked like the three men were freshmen from the clinical anesthesiology college nearby. They didn't know who Angela was.
"Who are you? Mind your own business! Get out of the way now! Otherwise, you will get punched too!"
"What's the rush, Keith? How could you punch such a pretty girl?"
"What's your name, pretty girl? Do you want to be my girlfriend?"
This made Angela furious. She clutched her fists and said, "Say that again? Go away! You don't want to get punched by my fists!"
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.