Chapter 370

Fiona Grandelle's eyelashes fluttered slightly.

She suddenly realized how many kind people existed in the world. Dr. Vivian Laurent was always so gentle, the girl who gifted her anime merchandise had the sweetest smile, and then there was Dr. Ryan Fairsprene, who had helped her into the office.

After settling Fiona in, Ryan sensed this might involve private medical matters.

"Dr. Laurent, I'll step out."

Vivian stopped him. "Stay. This is Fiona Grandelle. You might need to assist with her case in the future."

Fiona twisted the hem of her shirt, her gaze shy but calm.

"Dr. Laurent, I came to say goodbye," she murmured. "My parents and I are returning home."

A warm smile touched Vivian's lips. "Next time we meet, I'll bring Dr. Fairsprene to visit you. Okay?"

After a brief hesitation, Fiona nodded.

The farewell was quick—Fiona had a flight to catch. Vivian gestured for Ryan to escort her out.

A private car waited at the hospital entrance. Ryan handed her his card. "If Dr. Laurent is unavailable, you can contact me."

"Thank you." Fiona's eyes curved into crescents.

Back in the office, Ryan hesitated before speaking.

"Her medical records." Vivian passed him a file. "She consented to your involvement."

Ryan flipped through the documents, his pupils contracting sharply. "Her face—"

"Childhood trauma," Vivian said gravely. "She needs surgery. I require an assistant."

"I'll do it!" Ryan answered without hesitation.

Vivian studied him. "Aren't you curious about who she is?"

He shook his head.

"Better not to know." Vivian's voice softened. "Her comfort around you is rare."

"I won't let you down," Ryan vowed.

As he left with the file, his steps were lighter. Collaborating with Vivian and helping that timid girl—it felt like a double blessing.

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Under the glow of city lights, Ethan Roscente navigated a business dinner.

The clients kept pushing drinks, their intentions obvious. But the CEO of Roscente Group was no puppet. By the end, it was they who slumped over the table, drunk.

Sophia Sherwood's shadow loomed behind this setup. She'd asked an acquaintance to get Ethan drunk, hoping for a private moment.

Her plan failed. Ethan hadn't touched a drop, departing with effortless grace.

Sophia clenched her fists. Despite joining Roscente Group, chances to approach him were scarce. Every attempt to "report work" got redirected to her direct supervisor.

Online gossip painted Sophia Evans as the biggest threat. But the real rival was his ex-wife—Vivian.

Sophia's eyes narrowed. In business wars, the smartest move was eliminating obstacles through others' hands.