The CEO’s Ex-Wife Is A Famous Doctor

Chapter 59: Find Shanty
“Mister Morgan, this is Doctor Shant from the Warlington Hospital. She would be happy to share the facility’s achievements when
it comes to chest surgeries,” Keith proudly introduced Shantelle to Warlington’s mayor, Frank Morgan.
Frank Morgan was a young mayor. He took the seat at thirty-five while still unmarried.
He was as tall as Keith, but his features were
like that of Evan; dark hair and brown eyes.
Only that the mayor was more slender.
“Your’re, Doctor Shant?” The Mayor asked with a frown. He appeared to be stupefied at learning of Shantelle’s identity.
“Yes, Mayor, I am. Doctor Shantelle Scott. Doctor Shant for short,” Shantelle replied, but she felt awkward at how Frank Morgan
was studying her closely.
“I guess Do
Shant is more famous than I
thought,” Keith tried to break off the
mayor’s odd staring by voicing out, and it worked. The mayor blinked and leaned back.
“I’m sorry. I – I had the impression that you were a man,” Frank replied. He smiled, but it looked more like an obligation. He said,
“It’s
nice to meet you, Doctor Shant. I did not
realize that the famous doctor in town was
so beautiful.”
“It’s nice to meet you too, Mayor,” Shantelle

replied, feeling her ears burn. It wasn’t every day that you got a compliment from the town’s mayor. “I understand you wish to
invest in a medical facility this time?”
“Well, yes. Recently, due to -” He paused, saying, “A friend’s medical condition, I have become interested in the medical field. I
want to invest in a hospital that focuses on heart treatment.”
“Heart treatment is, in fact, Warlington Hospital’s specialty,” Shantelle claimed. She was about to say more when the mayor cut
her off.
“Excuse me, I need to speak to someone,” Frank said. He smiled at Shanty, saying, “I will be back. I promise.” The mayor then
disappeared into the crowd and went out the
door.
“That went well,” Shantelle remarked, pouting her lips.
“Don’t worry. You’ll get another chance,”
Keith said.
Indeed, Shantelle got another chance to speak to the mayor. When he returned, Frank Morgan asked Shantelle to join him in a
private room next to the convention hall. It
was in that room where Shantelle found the opportunity to list all of Warlington’s achievements.
“From what I heard, these look like your achievements, Doctor Shant.” Frank Morgan smiled. He remarked, “You must be a very
talented doctor.”
“It’s just that, recently, more and more heart patients need treatment,” Shantelle
replied.
“What I’d like to know is if you are the only surgeon in Warlington Hospital that is
capable of a heart transplant?” The mayor asked.

“Other than my superiors, my father, and Doctor Hale, I am the only resident chest surgeon who has led a heart transplant,’
Shantelle confidently answered. “However, two of our other surgeons have assisted in the same type of procedure. With
guidance, they could potentially lead a heart
transplant.”
Frank nodded, saying, “Very well. I’m glad to know others can perform such a complex surgery. I think a hospital should have
more than one good surgeon.” 1
After discussing business, the mayor suddenly asked, “Are you married, Doctor?”
“No, I am not -well, I used to be, but we divorced,” she replied.
“I am sorry to hear that. It’s his loss,
obviously,” the mayor remarked. “Maybe, we will meet again, Doctor Shant. If the opportunity allows it, I would like to take you
out for dinner, just the two of us.”
Shantelle froze. The mayor was very
upfront. Of course, she had received
compliments from outstanding male doctors at the hospital, but this was coming from a very influential man in the city.
“Um. I don’t know about that, mayor,” she shyly replied. “I have a son. I am a single
mom and I – ”
“It doesn’t bother me. I love kids,” the
mayor claimed. He then paused, noticing his phone ringing. He directed his gaze back to Shantelle, saying, “I’m sorry I have to
take
this call. You may return to the party, Doctor
Shant.”
“Of course,” Shantelle quickly got up and

excused herself. She smiled one last time
while at the door and then stepped outside.
Before shutting the door close, she heard the
mayor on the phone. “The plans have changed, and that’s an order. You better
listen to me -”
Shantelle felt guilty altogether for having heard a portion of Frank’s call. She then looked to the far front and saw Keith waiting for
her, his back facing her. He was speaking to a lady who appeared to be engrossing him with her narrative.
The room she was invited to was at the end
of a hallway. She had to walk about twenty meters to reach where Keith was standing. Shantelle had already taken several steps
when she suddenly felt an arm around her waist, a hand covering her mouth with a
cloth.
“Mmmmm! Mmmmm!” She saw the lady
speaking to Keith look into her eyes, but the same woman averted her gaze as if nothing had happened. ‘Did she not see me?’ 1
The next thing Shantelle knew, she was pushed through a door and thrown onto the floor. She felt dizzy, but before completely
losing her awareness, she caught a glimpse of the man standing before her.
It was Peter Haris.
The door slammed shut and was locked up
from the outside.
***
While all this was happening, a man was

oking inside the male bathroom of the convention center. There were no smoking areas at the event, and he used the bathroom
for his regular dose of nicotine.
“Noah, are you in there? It’s time to meet the mayor!” He heard his wife call, knocking vigorously against the bathroom door. The
man carelessly threw the cigar in the trash bin full of tissues. He stepped out without thinking about the consequences of his
actions. 1
Little by little, his cigar lit up the trash, and the fire slowly spread from the male’s bathroom and through the other rooms of the
convention center.
Meanwhile, at the Scotts’ residence, Evan was in the bathroom, gargling with
mouthwash after eating a bull’s intestines. His face was red, and he swore he would throw up at the hotel. Not there, though.
Doctor Scott would not let him off.
Evan took deep breaths, watching himself in the mirror, when William frantically called for him. “Evan! Evan! Something has
happened to Shanty! Evan!”
When he rushed outside, Doctor Scott
showed him a picture message. It was
Shantelle lying
unconscious on the floor
inside a small room. The message said: [Do
not answer the call the organ center.
Let the hospital answer instead. Wait six
hours, and we will let your daughter go.
Follow our instructions, and you will see her
alive.]

Panic flashed through Evan’s eyes. He
immediately called Miguel, and he picked up
at the first ring. Evan ordered: “Get inside the fucking party and find Shanty! She is in danger!”
Evan drove with Andy and Mark to the convention center, leaving Lucas in William’s care. Evan and William agreed to follow the
instructions of the picture
message. Whether it was William’s career on the other line, Shantelle’s life had to come first.
With Andy driving at high speed on the road, they arrived at the convention center in twenty minutes, but much to their dismay, a
fire had erupted in the west wing of the same place, and people were being evacuated.
Evan was horrified, and his heart raced, worried for Shantelle’s sake. Together with Mark and Andy, they marched inside the
building, hoping to find Shantelle.
They found Keith frantically calling out Shantelle’s name in the second-floor lobby.
“Shanty! Shanty, where are you?!”
There were police officers everywhere, guiding everyone to the exit. On one side of the building, dense smoke could already be
seen. The sight of it was chaotic.
From one side, Miguel had exited the convention hall. He was sweating profusely when he said, “She is not here. I’ll check the
west wing!”
“I’ll go with you!” Evan said. He turned to
Andy and Mark, ordering them, “Go to the
east wing! Check every room!”
“And you!
Ou could not even move your feet!” Evan barked at Keith. He revealed, ‘
Someone locked Shanty inside a room!

Report to the police and make yourself useful!”
“Wait -wait – what! She was talking to the mayor a while ago, but I probably missed her leaving,” Keith reasoned.
“Where was the last time you saw her?” Evan sought.
Keith’s eyes then landed on the west wing of the building, where a fire had erupted not long before. He replied, “There – through
that hallway, the last room.”
It was because Keith had come across the
mayor earlier. Frank Morgan suggested that Shantelle had left before him, and Keith had probably missed her exiting the room
and through the hallway. Kieth did not doubt the
mayor’s words; instead, he searched for
Shantelle elsewhere.
Keith’s heart felt heavy, thinking, ‘Someone locked Shanty in a room?’
Seeing a police officer, he called, “Sir! My friend is missing. We suspect something bad has happened to her! Please, help me
find her!”