She bent down to pick up the ball and tilted her head slightly as she looked at the dog, her eyes gleaming with unrestrained malice.
"Well, it seems you've figured me out, little mutt," Johanna murmured with a cold smile, her fingers curling tightly around the ball.
…
Since returning to Khogend, Felicia had practically been living in her clinic. She had treated two critical patients early on and had since buried herself in the medicinal herb storeroom.
The eight senior physicians of Union Clinic were overjoyed when Felicia showed up.
Whenever she was around, they could confidently take on patients, knowing that if they encountered a tough case, Felicia could step in. This meant their clinic's reputation would stay intact, no matter what.
The recent surge in patients after Harmony Medical Center was burned to the ground kept everyone busy. The competition's misfortune had worked in their favor.
Amid the bustling activity, a sleek black luxury car pulled up outside the clinic.
The car was unmistakable. Its unique license plate and top-tier limited-edition model turned heads immediately.
All eight doctors glanced toward the entrance.
The car door opened, and Stephan's long legs stepped out as he entered the clinic, his sharp gaze sweeping the room. He didn't see Felicia.
One of the senior physicians mustered the courage to ask, "Sir, may I help you—"
Before he could finish, Stephan interrupted curtly, "I'm here for Felicia. Where is she?"
The doctors exchanged uneasy looks.
This man's commanding presence was overwhelming. His sharp eyes carried an unspoken threat, making it clear he wasn't someone to mess with. What if he was here to cause trouble?
Quietly, they debated sending someone to warn Felicia to leave through the back.
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