Chapter 734

Zoe Chamberlain's wrist ached from the crushing grip. Annika Heilbronn's eyes gleamed like venomous snakes.

"Will you do it?" Annika's whisper was feather-light yet sent tremors down Zoe's spine.

Zoe nodded frantically, throat constricting. "I...I'll do it..."

Only then did Annika release her. Zoe collapsed onto the sofa, gasping for air.

"How?" Her voice shook.

Annika opened a laptop, the blue glow illuminating her sharp features. "Mrs. Delmonico. Political royalty. She's been suffering from migraines. You'll cure her."

Zoe's pulse spiked. The society matron's mysterious condition was legendary in medical circles—countless specialists had failed.

"But I might not—"

"No mights." Annika cut her off. "You will succeed."

The clatter of keystrokes pierced the silence. Annika had already accepted the appointment on her behalf.

"You go tomorrow. Succeed, and we gain access to her circle."

When Zoe opened her mouth to protest, Annika's glare silenced her.

"Remember," Annika leaned in, breath hot against Zoe's ear, "fail, and your family disappears."

Zoe trembled, recalling the skinned cat left on her doorstep last night.

"My skills aren't—"

"From now on, you're Dr. Luna." Annika tossed her a flash drive. "Everything's in there."

At the door, Annika turned with a chilling smile. "No tricks. I know which preschool your daughter attends."

The moment the door clicked shut, Zoe crumpled to the floor. She remembered those unnervingly steady hands in the surgical videos—the real Dr. Vivian Laurent's hands.

Why did it have to be her impersonating the legendary physician?

The Delmonico mansion blazed with light. By the time the butler led Zoe down the hallway, her blouse clung to her damp back.

"Dr. Luna!" Mrs. Delmonico swept forward, arms outstretched. "I can't believe you came!"

Zoe dug her nails into her palms. The title pricked like needles.

"Please, call me Zoe." She forced a smile.

Mrs. Delmonico's perfectly arched brows lifted. "But Luna's your professional moniker, no?"

The chandelier's glare made Zoe's vision swim.

"I...prefer my given name."

With a thoughtful hum, Mrs. Delmonico guided her toward the study. Framed accolades from prestigious hospitals covered the walls—all addressed to the real Dr. Luna.

Zoe's knees buckled. She barely caught herself from collapsing.