Molly Yun hesitated for a moment, then agreed.
Daughters of the Yun Family are, after all, kind at heart.
Soon, the ambulance arrived, taking Molly Yun and the man to the nearest hospital.
The man was very considerate. He didn’t ask Molly Yun to pay his medical bills—instead, he pulled out a card and handed it to her. “The password is six fives. Could you please help me pay for the treatment?”
Molly Yun glanced down. It was a Centurion Black Card.
She felt a sudden sense of relief.
Anyone with a Centurion Black Card definitely isn’t poor.
No worries about him trying to scam her this time!
While Molly Yun was running around, a nurse came over to take his information. “Sir, could you register your details?”
His gaze fell on Molly Yun, and he spoke softly, “My name is Adrian. I’m from... Mexico.”
That was his fake identity.
It was also the identity he used when traveling outside.
Mr. Adrian, the wealthy Mexican.
“Are you Chinese?” The nurse looked closely at the handsome man, finding it hard to tell his ethnicity.
His skin was very pale—classic Caucasian complexion—but he had jet-black hair and eyes as dark as ink.
Could he be Chinese?
His features were deep-set, nothing like the typical East Asian gentleness. He almost looked like a European vampire.
“I’m mixed.” Adrian saw Molly Yun enter the room and spoke faster. “There’s Chinese blood in my family. My passport is in my coat pocket—could you please help me get it?”
Before the nurse could respond, Molly Yun had already found his passport, her eyes instinctively falling on the name—Adrian, Mexican.
So his name was Adrian.