The young nurse had barely left when the manor’s owner burst into the room, shaking so hard he could barely stand. He stumbled to the bedside, eyes locked on his son’s face as color slowly returned to those pale cheeks. Then, without warning, he dropped to his knees in front of Charlotte.
“Asclepius, thank you for saving my son. I’ll never forget what you’ve done for us.”
His voice cracked as he bowed, completely overwhelmed.
Charlotte was lounging on the sofa nearby, looking perfectly relaxed with one leg crossed over the other. She just gave a small nod, her expression unreadable.
“Of course.”
Jackson stepped over to help the trembling man back up.
“Stick to the prescription for a month. He’ll be fine,” Charlotte said, getting to her feet. She rummaged through her bag and pulled out a bank card. Her voice was quiet but firm. “Payment, please.”
The owner lit up, relief and happiness flooding his face as he quickly transferred the money.
“Asclepius, would you consider working here at Apex?”
Charlotte’s phone buzzed. She glanced at the notification. Eight hundred million, delivered. Her lips curled into a sly little smile. “Apex couldn’t afford me.”
Honestly, she wouldn’t be here if her lab didn’t desperately need that money. One appointment, eight hundred million. The man had probably given up half his fortune. No wonder so few could ever hire her.
“We’re done here.”
She slipped the card back into her bag, slung the strap onto her shoulder, and headed for the door without looking back.
Jackson and Adonis hurried after her, almost tripping over each other in their rush.
The three of them piled into the car, and just as they were about to pull away, someone in white sprinted across the driveway.


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