Chapter 108
Chapter 108:
The reason for Rylie’s isolation was no secret; it wasn’t just her obscure pharmacy background. The Wildes’ public accusation — that she’d stolen their high-purity medication to treat Brad, slipping in under false pretenses — had poisoned her reputation.
Most present viewed her with thinly veiled contempt.
The air was rich with the scent of fresh coffee.
Unfazed by the coldness that surrounded her, Rylie drummed her fingers on the chair’s arm, sitting alone in the corner.
Her eyes dropped to her cup, a faint, enigmatic smile touching her lips. As far as she was concerned, the real fireworks had yet to begin.
A sudden, commanding voice cut through the hum of conversation. “Attention, please.” The words echoed from above, silencing the room for a moment. Heads turned as Brad, immaculate in a dark tailored suit, began his slow descent from the second floor.
Brad, as a soldier, stood tall in his tailored suit. Broad shoulders and a narrow waist gave him the sharp look of a blade waiting to strike. There was strength in every line of fabric — quiet but ready to erupt.
One hand rested in his pocket. The other, shaped by familiar tension, curled lightly against the gold-colored railing. His fingers showed signs of old habits — faint calluses from handling a gun. Still, they didn’t take away from his quiet grace.
Light slid across the hard edges of his face. From beneath steady brows, his eyes swept over the room with the practiced calm of a man used to holding authority.
Tucked at Brad’s collar, a small golden insignia offered the only hint of his life before the boardroom.
As he moved down the stairs, his shoes gleamed with each step. The rhythm of his descent was sharp and deliberate, carried not by fashion, but by habit born from years of training.
At the last step, he stopped and tugged gently at his tie. That small, thoughtless motion brought attention to the clean lines of his neck. A few in the room forgot to breathe.
“Thank you for waiting.” Brad’s voice landed deep. Each word was rough around the edges, but steady.
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Even in a suit, he gave the sense of a predator in disguise. Like a wolf dressed in silk, holding back teeth sharp enough to tear through flesh.
Marsha’s hand slipped. Her coffee cup tipped and splashed the liquid over the white tablecloth. She hadn’t realized she was holding her breath.
The doctors stood at once.
“Mr. Morgan!” Evita stepped ahead, hope flashing in her eyes. “I’ve reviewed your case closely and outlined an initial plan for treatment p>
Brad lifted a hand to stop her mid-sentence. “I’m not here to hear words. I want to see skill p>
His eyes drifted over the crowd, pausing just slightly on Rylie. “I’ve brought three patients with conditions like mine. Their records are available to all of you. Your task is to name the illness and explain how you’d treat it. I’ll be the one deciding who gets it right p>
Evita met his challenge head-on. “Mr. Morgan, your illness is among the rarest we’ve ever seen. If someone here can treat those patients as well as I can, what happens then p>