Chapter 15

Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains as Vivian Laurent rubbed her eyes. Her phone screen lit up with a message from Isabella Langley: "Reporting to the hospital today?"

"Mhm," Vivian replied tersely.

Isabella's next message carried playful teasing: "Ethan Roscente would lose his mind if he knew you're Dr. Luna."

Vivian's fingers stilled. She recalled Ethan's icy gaze at the Valrose estate yesterday. "He'll never find out."

Isabella sent a virtual hug. "Forget about him. By the way, there's an S-class contract on the Dark Web. Eight-figure commission."

"Not interested," Vivian replied decisively. "The organization hasn't finished their investigation yet."

She rose and selected a lab coat from her wardrobe. The woman in the mirror had cool, detached eyes—no one would suspect this facade concealed the identity of Dr. Luna.

The hospital lobby buzzed with activity. Nathan Clementson waited by the entrance, immediately approaching Vivian. "Junior, the dean has everything arranged."

"I said a regular physician position," Vivian murmured.

Nathan nodded with a smile. "Relax. Only the dean and I know your real credentials."

Whispers followed them down the corridor. A young female doctor leaned toward her colleague. "I heard she never even attended medical school."

"Must've gotten in through connections," a male doctor sneered.

Vivian ignored the gossip. She accepted the medical chart from Nathan. "I'll do rounds."

"The VIP ward is on the top floor," Nathan reminded her. "The Garnache heiress has her follow-up today."

Vivian nodded. She didn't notice Daniel Ashcroft watching her from the shadows, his expression venomous.

"Let her handle it," Daniel told his companion. "The Garnaches aren't to be trifled with."

The elevator doors closed. Vivian reviewed the chart—congenital heart disease, surgery performed three months ago by Dr. Luna. Her lips curved slightly. No one knew the masked surgeon now stood here in plain sight.

She entered the private suite. A middle-aged man rose abruptly. "You are?"

"Dr. Laurent. Here for your daughter's examination."

The man frowned. "Where's Dr. Wang?"

"On leave today." Vivian lied smoothly. She approached the bed where a small girl regarded her nervously.

"Don't be afraid." Vivian's fingers found the child's pulse. After a moment, she announced, "Good recovery, but we need to adjust the digoxin dosage."

The man's eyes narrowed. "Are you certain? Dr. Luna specifically said—"

"Dr. Luna said the first three months are critical," Vivian interrupted. "Her current heart rate requires halving the dose."

The man's eyes widened. "How would you know Dr. Luna's exact words?"

Before Vivian could respond, the door burst open. Daniel marched in with a group of physicians. "Mr. Garnache, this woman has no medical license!"

The room froze. Vivian studied Daniel's triumphant expression, then slowly withdrew an item from her pocket.

"Who said I'm unqualified?"