Manager Monroe dared not continue his thoughts. The person in question was someone he had brought here, and moreover, the little miracle doctor was the savior of the Cromwell family. He could not watch her bring about her own downfall!"The little miracle doctor might not be very good at Chinese, and her choice of words might be a bit lacking, hehe... hehe..." Manager Monroe raised his head to look at Carl, his eyes pleading for mercy. "You wouldn't mind, would you?"Carl, a man of few words, gave a faint, indifferent "Mm."Amelia raised an eyebrow, confused. "Manager Monroe seems so nervous. Did I describe something wrong?""No problem," Carl suddenly smiled, a chilling, seductive smile that made it hard to know if it was a blessing or a curse. "Your description is quite accurate."Amelia's clear eyes shone with understanding. "It’s always the good-looking ones who know how to speak."With that, she turned her head to look at the doctors who had returned to their positions.Just a mo
It felt like something was about to burst out, a heat rising from the outside in, as if something inside him was being crushed and pulled apart.Unable to stop himself, Carl unconsciously moved his Adam’s apple. Standing in the shifting light, the movement looked almost too seductive, a rare sight for him.Everyone in New York city knew that Carl was the embodiment of restraint. He was known for his ascetic lifestyle—he didn’t even touch meat, living on a vegetarian diet year-round. His air of noble detachment was something that no one had ever been able to break.Now, with his shirt half-open and his hair tousled, even Manager Monroe couldn’t help but feel a chill run down his spine.The little miracle doctor had really gone and provoked Carl this time.Having worked closely with Mr. Cromwell for so long, and knowing that the Cromwell and Jenkins families had deep ties, Manager Monroe was familiar with Carl’s regular visits to the Cromwell family mansion, mostly to discuss breaking o
As soon as Amelia spoke, the room fell silent.Carl stared at her intently, his deep eyes reflecting the soft glow of the lamps around them, exuding an air of noble detachment.The doctors were unaware of Carl's identity, but being medical professionals, they knew one thing for sure: when it came to Traditional medicine, the most worrying sign was when a doctor frowned while feeling a patient's pulse.Amelia, who had been smiling moments ago, now wore a calm expression. Her brow furrowed slightly, and her eyes were fixed with focused concentration. She looked completely serious, not at all like someone joking around.Could it be that what the little miracle doctor said was true? Was this man really dying?His face did seem a little pale, but surely it couldn’t be that serious.The doctors all turned their eyes to him, their concern growing.Director Luke and the vice-director exchanged glances and immediately waved for the others to leave.Manager Monroe’s heart skipped a beat, and he
“It might not be curable,” Amelia said, half leaning against the wall, her long legs slightly bent as she lazily yawned. “The cause of the illness is unclear, the diagnosis isn’t definite, and also…”Carl gave a soft laugh, finishing her sentence for her. “And you’re tired. You don’t want to see any more patients today.”“Talking to someone smart is so much easier,” Amelia said with a half-smile, her eyes flickering mischievously. She placed her fingers back on his wrist and began to check his pulse again. “Your condition can’t be rushed.”He was someone whom even the King of Hell wouldn’t take in.That was why he was still here.He must have an exceptional temperament, trusting himself more than any deity or spirit. Despite the string of prayer beads on his wrist, which seemed like a plea for protection, they only contained herbs to calm the mind, helping him sleep.Amelia could even smell it as she leaned in closer.“Start by improving your sleep and diet,” she said, rubbing her nec
“That person?” Amelia caught the key word in his sentence. “Isn’t he the young master of the Cromwell family?”Manager Monroe dared not reveal Carl’s true identity. He stammered, “Well, yes... he’s a distant relative, but he doesn’t share the Cromwell surname.”Amelia lowered her gaze and popped a fruit candy into her mouth, smiling lightly. “I thought Manager Monroe would stick to his guns and say that the old man in there doesn’t share the Cromwell surname either.”“I consider you one of my own, Little Doctor,” Manager Monroe replied smoothly. “Besides, your character is impeccable, so I don’t have any worries. My boss, indeed, comes from the Cromwell family—the wealthiest in the capital.”Amelia pressed the candy against her tongue. “Mm.”So indifferent? Manager Monroe chuckled. “As expected of the Little Doctor. Even after hearing all this, you remain unfazed. I was overthinking things earlier. I owe you an apology.”“Your duty is to protect your boss’s privacy. You did nothing wr
“Just kidding,” Edgar laughed, not taking her seriously. He glanced at her and added, “As long as you have a sense of it, let me know if you need anything. Although I’m just the Executive Manager, I can help you with connections.”Amelia was a bit surprised to learn that Edgar Monroe was the Executive Manager. Judging by his appearance, he looked more like a typical errand runner... Ah, she’d misunderstood.“One more thing,” Edgar continued. “I’d like to ask for your help, Second Sister.”Amelia raised an eyebrow. “What is it, Big Brother?”Edgar glanced around, lowering his voice. “Mr. Cromwell came to LA because his granddaughter went missing. She was kidnapped and sold here. They had some leads, but now there’s no news. You know so many people through your medical practice. Can you help Big Brother search for her?”Amelia thought back to the job she had previously declined. It seemed she was truly connected to the Cromwell family’s Seventh Miss.“Alright.” Amelia didn’t ask further
That was the old lady’s favorite book on medicinal dishes, filled with numerous recipes.She would often sit in her garden on the lounge chair, reading aloud to Amelia: “This dish is good. Today, I’ll make some fish for Amelia and cook some lotus seed soup to clear the heat and nourish the stomach.”Now, all of it was ruined!Amelia’s eyes darkened, the storm brewing in them. She strode quickly towards the inner courtyard.A young boy dressed like a masseur quickly dropped the wooden tub he was holding when he saw her. He hurriedly raised his hands to gesture.Amelia placed a firm hand on his shoulder, her eyes deep, but her voice calm. "Elijah, don't panic. Take your time and tell me what happened."Elijah had been picked up by the old lady when he was a child. He was born mute and could only communicate through sign language. Now, however, his throat could produce sounds. He was small, around eleven years old, with clean features. He raised his arm to gesture to Amelia, his eyes sha
"You don't have to worry about my studies," Amelia gently pushed the old lady forward. "Just focus on your health and listen to Elijah. Don't eat too many sweets."Mrs. Milton muttered, "How can I not study? I heard the girl who was brought back has excellent grades.""That's great, Grandma's granddaughter, just like you, smart," Amelia smiled lightly.Mrs. Milton looked up. "What about you? What will you do in the future?""I'll make money. I won’t starve," Amelia said, taking off the old lady’s socks and shoes. "Elijah, the medicine tub."Elijah immediately responded with a sharp nod. "Mmm!"With great strength, he lifted the medicine tub and hurried off, quickly filling it with water and returning at full speed.He seemed to have boundless energy.Amelia, used to it by now, didn’t comment further.Mrs. Milton chuckled. "This Elijah, he’s all strength and no sense. The other day, our neighbor bought a pair of stone lions. He couldn’t get them down no matter what, but Elijah just pic
“What?” Carl asked, his wrist adorned with a crimson bead, looking as noble and cool as ever.The combination of his refined appearance and well-tailored suit created an almost destructive allure.Amelia reached out, her fingertip grazing his diamond cufflink, her smile turning slightly seductive. “How about I bite you?”She would never have asked for such a thing before.Whenever her anger flared up due to her condition, she would hold it in, using cold water to cool her head.But for some reason, when faced with him, she found herself unconsciously wanting to test if his neck was as cold as it looked.Most people would refuse such a request.But Carl chuckled softly. “Bite where?”“On the neck,” Amelia replied, her voice already tinged with impatience. Her tongue slid over her lips, a carefree and beautiful smile playing on her face.Carl wrapped his arm around her waist
The scene of two people who were evenly matched yet strangely well-matched left Smith speechless, unable to say a single word.He had been following his boss for so many years and had never seen anyone break through the cold, aloof barrier that surrounded him.But then, this girl came along. No soft words or sweet talk, just a low laugh mixed with beauty, and she wasn't afraid of their boss at all. She even mocked his calligraphy.She probably had never seen their boss covered in blood, cold and violent.Every time the boss dealt with someone, even those who followed him trembled in fear.But the boss always acted with reason, rewarding or punishing according to the situation.Still, there had never been anyone brave enough to get close to him like this.Amelia didn’t invite them to stay for dinner because she could clearly see the exhaustion on the man’s handsome face.Instead, she prepared some mushroom and vegeta
*Thump, thump, thump...*The sound was deep and steady, completely different from his frail body.Who would have imagined that this was the heartbeat of someone whose life was believed to be short-lived?It was as if his outwardly perfect appearance mattered less than the heart within.Amelia stopped in her tracks, raising her eyes slightly.The man withdrew his hand, seemingly lost in thought, his lips curling into a faint smile. But the next moment, he turned and started coughing. His pale lips almost blended with his skin, and his weak appearance only served to add to his dangerous allure. "Grandmother agreed.""Agreed?" Amelia was about to ask what he meant.The man turned and walked briskly, his suit sharp and his back as striking as a work of art.Amelia followed, thinking he was leaving.But then, he suddenly stopped.Caught off guard, Amelia's nose bumped into his back—hard and cold, and all she coul
Perhaps the tea had been steeped for too long, leaving a lingering bitterness on her tongue, and the flavor hung in her throat, refusing to dissipate.It was hard to imagine that someone like her had ever called anyone "older brother" when she was little.Carl seemed to smile faintly. There was nothing unusual in his expression, but his dark eyes were deep and distant. His demeanor remained impeccable as he spoke politely, "Grandmother, my family is not that complicated, and no one can control me. The person I choose will not be made to suffer.""With that said, I can rest easy," the old lady replied, finally sighing in relief. She knew that these two must be hiding something from her, but as long as the bigger picture was fine, she had no objections.Carl didn't end the topic there. He remained calm and composed, refilling the old lady’s tea, his gaze moving through the window frame, landing on the busy figure of the girl inside.She wore bl
Smith wasn’t stupid; he realized he had been led into a trap. Puffing up his cheeks, he muttered, “The boss treats us really well too!”“Really?” Amelia raised an eyebrow slightly, disappointed. She had hoped to extract some useful information, but it seemed that while this Frenchman was a chatterbox, he was quick to catch on.Smith nodded seriously. “The boss has no flaws!”“Oh?” Amelia’s eyes flicked with interest. “But just a moment ago, you said I’d be the one getting hurt.”Smith froze, his scalp tingling. “That was all nonsense! I can tell the boss is very serious about you. He definitely won’t let you down. Even if your backgrounds are different, it doesn’t matter!”“Oh?” Amelia absently played with the abacus in her hand, smiling without much thought. “Too bad, though. I’m just pretending with your boss. How could yo
The voice in her ear was like fine wine going down her throat, making her feel tipsy and entranced.His hands, unlike the rest of him, exuded an unexpected heat, as though they were burning her skin.From Amelia's position, she couldn't see his face, but she could feel his breath on the back of her neck, sending a tingling sensation down her spine.He didn't smoke, so there was no trace of tobacco on him. But perhaps due to his frequent use of medication, a faint scent of sandalwood wafted from him, almost hypnotic.She often smelled medicine, but it seemed that only his scent was strangely pleasant.His hand still gripped hers, and as his body leaned slightly down, his presence became even stronger, impossible to ignore.Amelia's heart jolted, a sensation both unfamiliar and vaguely familiar, something she couldn't quite place.She raised an eyebrow, about to push him away.But before she could, he released her hand first, his
“You can get it for free, but others can’t…”Before, the man’s lips were cold, but now there was a hint of a smile.“Won’t,” Carl, who was usually a high-and-mighty figure in the capital city, the domineering Mr. Jenkins , spoke casually, and the coldness in his eyes dissipated significantly. “Smith, pay up.”Smith, realizing what was happening, quickly pulled out his bank card, still a bit flustered.“Give more.” Carl’s voice was light, though it still carried the unshakable aura of someone who had long been in a powerful position.Amelia glanced at him, then turned her attention to the obedient Smith. “Friend?”Carl didn’t hide anything. “Colleague from the branch office.”“Right! Colleague!” Smith straightened up and corrected his posture.Amelia didn’t seem to care much. “We don’t accept
“Mm, I agreed.” Amelia’s posture was lazy, not at all bothered by his question.However, Carl subtly furrowed his brows. He wanted to invest, but she refused. Yet she accepted that anonymous Mr. Lee’s offer…Carl seemed to smile slightly, bending closer to her. The coolness of his aura, mixed with a hint of medicinal fragrance, drifted into Amelia’s nostrils. As the weather turned cooler, his presence also felt colder. “Why didn’t you choose me?”Amelia raised her eyes, confusion in her gaze, yet she offered a reasonable explanation. “Wilson Group is planning to invest in the pharmaceutical industry. After discussing it, everything seemed to align. The Cromwell family’s business is mostly overseas, and it’s not suitable for traditional medicine.”Her explanation sounded flawless.But Carl’s smile deepened, his eyes still devoid of warmth. His fingers idly toyed wit
If she wanted to ruin someone online, Mary had plenty of ways to do it!Carl slowly glanced at James, then turned his attention back to the scene.As the top bodyguard, James immediately understood that Mr. Jenkins wanted him to follow Mary.But Amelia subtly blocked his way, smiling gently. "Grandma said to let them go."James hesitated and raised his head.“Listen to her,” Carl’s voice was calm, as if this was the most normal thing in the world.Smith was absolutely shocked. When had Mr. Jenkins ever listened to someone else’s words?Who was this young lady? What was her background?!Amelia, biting a fruit candy, her long black hair flowing, casually responded, “We should give people a chance to change their ways. I’m quite magnanimous.”“Oh?” Carl raised an eyebrow, his fingers twirling the beads on his wrist, clearly skeptical of her statement.