Chapter 888

Chapter 888:

“I need to go to the hospital. By the way, Miss Gordon, your acupuncture skills are impressive. May I ask who taught you?”

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!

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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 Madisyn? 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.

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