Chapter 318

Ethan Roscente dialed Simon Eisner's number, his voice icy. "What's Integrity Group been up to lately? I recall they're trying to go legit. Stir up some trouble for them. Make Dominic Atlante crawl back to his turf."

He immediately called Patrick Alpinus next.

The line connected instantly. "Hey, Ethan."

"Are you Interpol agents just for show? Integrity Group's been pulling shady deals left and right, and you still haven't nailed them?"

"Who pissed in your coffee this morning? Dominic covers his tracks. We can't arrest him without evidence."

"He's in Country C right now. I know you have ways to make him leave. Immediately."

Patrick caught the edge in his voice. "What did he do to you? You two usually stay out of each other's way."

"I don't like his face." Ethan's tone was clipped.

"Fine. I'll handle it."

Dominic had just returned to his villa when his subordinate called. "Boss, Interpol's on our tail again. When are you coming back?"

"No rush. Let them investigate."

"Also, one of our branches just got hit. No idea who's behind it."

Dominic smirked. "Just a branch. Write it off."

"Boss, they're coming at us hard. You should return soon."

"I know what I'm doing."

Vivian Laurent spent the entire morning tending to two critical patients.

Cases other doctors had given up on, she found solutions for.

She hadn't eaten since leaving home that morning. By 3 PM, dizziness from hunger clouded her vision.

As she finally looked for food, a nurse rushed over. "Dr. Laurent, a patient has been waiting in your office. Insists on seeing only you."

"Can't Dr. Clementson take it?"

"No. He refuses anyone but you."

Vivian sighed, not even pausing for water before heading to her office.

She stopped mid-sentence upon opening the door. "Ethan Roscente, what are you doing here again?"

"Seeking medical attention." His eyes were bloodshot, exhaustion lining his face. "Heard you hadn't eaten all day. Brought you food."

A gourmet meal box sat on her desk, its aroma tantalizing.

Her stomach betrayed her with a growl.

"Are you here as a patient or to cause trouble?"

"Yesterday, you told me to see a doctor if I'm sick." His gaze burned into her. "Right now, I'm your patient."

Suppressing her hunger, Vivian sat. "What are your symptoms?"

"My heart." He pressed a hand to his chest. "It feels... congested."

She tapped the desk. "Cardiac issues go to Cardiology. This is General Surgery."