NovelUSAChapter 577 Citrine had no surgeries scheduled that afternoon, so she stayed in her suite to rest.
That was when Park showed up unexpectedly, catching her a bit off guard.
"Mr. Atkinson?" she asked, surprised.
For a moment, Citrine wondered if something had gone wrong with his son's operation, and her brow furrowed slightly as she prepared to ask. But before she could, Park spoke up, his face filled with anticipation.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"President Carmichael, I cto ask if there's any chance The Atkinson Group could rejoin Blood Rain?" Citrine was taken aback for a split second, but quickly recovered, offering him a warm smile. "Of course." She was, after all, a businesswoman. Blood Rain was her brainchild-no matter how many people left, she'd never once thought of giving it up.
Park had originally withdrawn from Blood Rain out of fear that the Mirage Cay crowd would target his family. Now, after much consideration, he'd cto the decision to return.
President Carmichael hadn't held his departure against him and had even saved his son's life. The Atkinsons owed her a debt they could never repay. If, after all that, he still insisted on staying away from Blood Rain, it would be the height of ingratitude.
That evening, Park shared the news of his return to Blood Rain with friends in the inner circle.
Park was well-connected in Crestwood, a respected figure among his peers. He'd always been something of a ringleader, so when he announced his decision, those who'd left Blood Rain-already feeling guilty over it-spent the night wrestling with their consciences. By morning, a few had made up their minds and returned to apologize to Citrine, asking to be accepted back into Blood Rain.
Recently, a string of hospitals had landed themselves in scandal, accused of cutting corners for profit and causing medical mishaps. The situation had blown up, and now, with a nasty flu making the rounds, patients were steering clear of those places, opting instead to queue up at the research center for care they could trust. Suddenly, the entire center was flooded with patients, and the team of specialists was run ragged.
One night, after a relentless day, Citrine had just collapsed into bed when a knock sounded at her door. Frowning, she opened it to find a nurse, breathless and anxious.
"What's wrong?" Citrine asked, her tone calm but cool.
"President Carmichael, we have a situation," the nurse blurted.
"Someone is causing a scene at the front desk. He's sbl. ne insisting that only the best surgeon in the hospital operates on his girlfriend. The director told him that's you, and now he's demanding you perform the surgery yourself-or else he'll trash the entire research center." Remembering the man's threatening tone, the nurse hesitated before adding, "He seems like someone powerful... Maybe you should go take a look?" Citrine nodded, her composure unshaken. "Alright. I'll get changed and be right there." Once she'd changed, she headed straight for the hospital lobby. As she approached, a familiar male voice rang out, dripping with menace.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Get your director out here now! If you delay Jeanette's treatment, I swear I'll make this place pay."
The hospital director was visibly angry, his tone chilly. "Our president isn't at your beak and call: I don't care who you are-even if you were the king himself, we're not afraid of you."
Theo, face dark with irritation, snapped, "Fine. If you won't bring her out, fill just wreck this whole place." He turned to the men in black suits behind him-his bodyguards-and barked, "Tear it all down."
Of course, it was those two-what a pair. Like bloodhounds sniffing each other out, tangled together in their last e and still at it in this one. A perfect match, really.
Just as Theo's bodyguards were about to start smashing things, Citrine's voice cut through the chaos, icy and commanding.
"I'd like to see anyone try." Every eye in the lobby turned to her at once.
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