Chapter 890

In the quiet hours of the clinic's closing time, the presence of Ludwik, a figure of imposing stature and undeniable grace, immediately captivated the attention of the reception nurses. His appearance was so striking, his features so perfectly chiseled, that for a moment, they were all entranced, their gazes fixed upon him. Yet, the air of authority and slight intimidation that he carried with him caused a momentary pause in their steps. Dressed in a tailor-fit suit that accentuated his commanding presence, Ludwik was not someone to be taken lightly.

The nurses exchanged unsure glances, deciding it was best to fetch the clinic's leading plastic surgeon for assistance.

Suddenly, a child's voice broke through the tension. "Daddy!"

All eyes turned toward the source - a child of cherubic beauty was descending the clinic's spiral staircase, his school backpack slung over his shoulder. Accompanying him was Dr. Jones, the clinic's renowned specialist in facial aesthetics for women.

Dr. Jones, with the child in tow, approached Ludwik. "Sweetheart, I've been helping you look for your parent. Have you found him?"

"Yes, Dr. Jones, he's right there," the child replied, pointing toward Ludwik.

called out to Dr. Jones, her voice uncertain as she indicated Ludwik's direction. "Dr. Jones, it

clients - but rather the extraordinary beauty of his features, which seemed

to scrutinizing beauty through a professional lens, paused in admiration before regaining her composure. Confirming the child's relation to Ludwik, she led them towards

in a gesture of gratitude, seemed to offer Dr. Jones an envelope, a common Western gesture of appreciation. The nurses, understanding the gesture, couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy.

tone both respectful and slightly flirtatious, stirring

the door

you doing?" she asked, panic creeping into her voice as the realization

tone, clarified their intention was merely to seek information about a particular client, showing her a photo to

Sammy revealed his tech-savvy skills had allowed him to access

of modern technology and old-school intimidation left Dr. Jones feeling cornered and fearful, wondering how a simple afternoon at

take this chance if I were you," he warned, his voice dropping an octave,

a fluid motion, rolling up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt

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