Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 72:

Ferris had swapped his usual hospital attire for a sleek black suit, immediately catching the attention of the ladies as he walked in. His striking appearance wasn’t the only thing that turned heads; his status as a top-notch doctor, known internationally and as Dr. Riss’ right-hand man, added to his appeal at the medical conference

As Ferris spoke, the crowd parted, and the Nash family greeted him warmly. Ferris gave a polite nod and approached Sansa. “Mrs. Nash, you mentioned Dr. Riss offering to mentor your daughter. Why wasn’t I informed?”

The Nash family was taken aback by the question. Balthasar’s face darkened as he recalled the humiliation he had suffered at Benevolence Hospital and had no desire to go through that again. He glanced sharply at Ayla, suspecting she might be fabricating another story

Ayla, initially startled, quickly regained her composure and offered Ferris a smile. “Dr. Frazier, I did discuss this with Dr. Riss. Maybe she hasn’t briefed you yet.”

to take a chance. “Dr. Frazier, I just sent an urgent email to Dr. Riss. She might be busy. Could you remind

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anyone, particularly a young woman like Riss. Young women adore luxury items, from cosmetics to handbags to jewelry, but they need money to enjoy them. Even

those from Ayla. This seemed like an ideal moment to ask Ferris to nudge Riss to check her inbox. If Riss read the email now and declared Ayla her disciple during the medical conference, all

deal with Tiffany without relying on her grandfather’s clout. She imagined countless ways to dominate Tiffany for good. Moreover, with the support of the Nash family, she could pursue Connor and perhaps marry the wealthiest man. As Ayla’s anticipation grew, she pressed Ferris further before he could reply. “Dr. Frazier, it’s critical that Dr. Riss

I’ll let her know,” Ferris said, flashing a knowing smile as he took out his phone to send the reminder. “I’ve notified Dr. Riss, and she said she’ll

she reached out to grab Ferris’ sleeve

entrance. As he passed Marissa, they exchanged glances, barely suppressing their amusement. Ayla, unaware of their exchange, stood tall and turned to Marissa. “Don’t you