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Acupuncture? A jolt of surprise shot through Evita’s chest.
Marcus’s son added with a touch of admiration, “I’ve brought numerous doctors to see my father, but he says none of them match your technique!”
Evita met the expectant gazes of Marcus and his son, a wave of anxiety washing over her.
Yet, she maintained her composure.
“I learned it from a friend whose family has a long history in medicine, back in college. But honestly, I don’t consider myself highly skilled.”
Marcus quickly shook his head, his expression resolute.
“You’re being far too modest. I can tell you’re incredibly skilled. You’re leagues ahead of the doctors I’ve visited before. Miss Gordon, would you consider becoming my personal doctor?”
Evita hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty passing through her mind.
The prospect of being Marcus’s personal doctor was undeniably tempting—doors would open, opportunities would flood in, and her career could skyrocket.
But there was one glaring problem: she had no idea how to perform acupuncture!
With a composed face and a hint of feigned contemplation, she replied, “Mr. Vaughn, I’ll give it serious thought.”
“Take your time. Let me know once you’ve decided.” Marcus gave her a polite nod and left.
Later, Evita arranged to meet her friend for a meal.
Her friend was eager to know how things were progressing with Andrew.
Evita responded calmly, “I have no leverage right now—no power, no influence. How can I possibly compete with Isabella? Even if Andrew has feelings for me, he can’t act on them.”
“Are you sure about that? Maybe Mr. Klein just helped you out of kindness.” Her friend leaned forward, eyebrows raised, tapping her chin thoughtfully.
“Absolutely not,” Evita replied firmly, her tone leaving no room for doubt.
Her unwavering belief silenced her friend’s doubt, at least for the moment.
Changing the subject, Evita asked, “By the way, do you know anyone who’s good at acupuncture?”
Her friend paused to think before shaking her head.
Evita’s expression turned distant, her interest in the conversation visibly waning.
Her friend slowly began to feel bored. Every time Evita invited her out, it seemed to have an agenda. Moreover, Evita didn’t seem particularly interested in her concerns.
As Evita pondered her predicament, her phone buzzed with a text.
“Two hundred thousand dollars can get you a meeting with your father.”
Her breath caught, excitement surging through her.
Her father had been detained for half a year, and every attempt to see him had failed.
Now, finally, there was a chance.
But where on earth would she find that kind of money?
Evita’s mind immediately turned to Andrew.
Her grip on her phone tightened.
“What’s wrong?” her friend asked, noticing Evita’s sudden shift in demeanor.
“I’ve got a chance to see my father, but I don’t have the money…” Evita said, biting her lip.
After a pause, she added quietly, “Maybe I can only turn to Andrew.”
Her friend blinked in shock.
“Are you serious? Andrew has a girlfriend!”
“I don’t have another choice.”
“But don’t you own tons of luxury items? You could sell those and probably gather enough cash…”
“Those won’t get me far,” Evita cut her off, her voice sharp.
Her friend stared at her, speechless.
She couldn’t shake the feeling that Evita wasn’t as helpless as she portrayed herself to be.
In fact, there was an almost eager glint in her eye.
“Oh well,” she thought, deciding not to bother with Evita anymore. But still, a part of her couldn’t help but wonder if Andrew might actually be swayed by her.
Isabella was dropped off at home by Andrew, only to spot Waylon leaning against the door, a cigarette dangling lazily from his fingers.
Andrew didn’t hesitate; he strode over and snatched it right out of Waylon’s hand.
“Hey, why did you take my cigarette? Oh, wait—Isabella’s back, too?” Waylon’s grumbling stopped short when he caught sight of his sister.
His irritated expression softened into something guilty, almost sheepish.
Everyone knew Glenn had a strict no-smoking rule. Not only was it harmful to the smoker’s health, but it also risked exposing the whole family to secondhand smoke.
Smoking outside the house was Waylon’s only option to avoid getting caught.
“Isabella, is something bothering you?” she asked gently, her voice probing yet soft.
Waylon sighed, leaning against the wall with a tired expression.
“Yeah… there is.”
“If something’s bothering you, just spill it. We’ll figure it out together.”
“My problem is that everyone around me has a partner, and here I am, a lonely bachelor.” Waylon tilted his head up, his expression clouded with wistful melancholy.
Isabella was taken aback.
“Be serious.”
“I am serious.”
“You can’t fool me. Sure, that bothers you, but it’s not the real issue. Come on, what’s actually going on?” Isabella cut straight through Waylon’s act, her tone sharp but understanding.
Waylon scratched his head, clearly caught off guard.
Why was it that he could never hide anything from her?
“Fine, you got me. It’s just… I was supposed to walk in a fashion show, but they replaced me recently.” Waylon sighed and continued, “But it’s fine, really.I’m used to it. The entertainment industry is way harsher than this.” Still, he couldn’t shake off the hint of annoyance bubbling beneath the surface.
“Which show?”
“The Orly Show,” Waylon replied.
Isabella frowned thoughtfully.
“The Orly Show… That’s the Grey family’s event, isn’t it? Their lead designer is Lina Grey. She’s always had bad blood with Uncle Luka. Their styles are so similar, and they’ve been competing for market share for years. Plus, Uncle’s company hasn’t been doing great lately. They’re probably targeting you because of him.”
“Yeah, sounds about right,” Waylon muttered with a shrug.