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

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items, from cosmetics to handbags to jewelry, but they need money to enjoy them. Even if Riss wasn’t impressed by her credentials, Ayla was confident the substantial

Riss to check her inbox. If Riss read the email now and declared Ayla her disciple during the medical conference, all of Ayla’s schemes would come to fruition. She would revel in the family’s esteem

could 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,

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 read it right

lit up with joy, and she reached out to grab Ferris’

other matters to attend to.” He then headed towards the medical conference’s entrance. As he passed Marissa, they exchanged glances, barely suppressing their amusement. Ayla, unaware of their exchange, stood