Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 891

Dr. Jones's eyes darted anxiously in front of the towering figure of the man before her, vehemently denying any knowledge. "I honestly have no idea what you're talking about! It's illegal to invade our clients' privacy like this. And with the number of clients I see daily for

cosmetic consultations, I can't possibly remember every single one of them.

I've never seen this woman before. Maybe there was a mix-up in the system; she wasn't my client!"

"But she came for a facial tweak, so she must've been under your care," Sammy countered.

Ludwik let his son do the questioning, remaining silent himself, his large hand pressing down on the doctor, forcing her to sit.

In the tense atmosphere, Dr. Jones was petrified, hardly daring to sit down.

Even though Ludwik wasn't holding a knife, his face, once it turned cold, was intimidating enough.

She was on the verge of tears, cursing her stupidity for letting everyone leave. Now, with the doors locked, her cries for help would go unanswered.

Remembering the money and warning she received from Florence, she clenched her teeth, "Client confidentiality is our duty. I really don't remember what she consulted about, and I can't disclose it either.

Please, you must leave. If not, I'll call the police!"

In an instant, Ludwik flicked open her white coat, sending her phone flying to the ground. The screen shattered on impact.

His dark eyes grew colder by the inch.

Sweat beaded on the doctor's forehead.

Sammy approached, playing good cop with his soft tone, "I bet Florence gave you a hefty sum to keep quiet, right?

possibly forget her. She must

in there. What did she consult you for? What was the purpose of her cosmetic surgery? What procedures did she undergo? And did she tell

the half a million is yours.

and a scalpel from the doctor's display cabinet,

I give it a try on your nose

down the knife! Who are you?" Dr.

purpose, I can have you

articulated slowly, "Miss, try calling the police and see

Boom-

eyes widened in recognition. How could she have forgotten Ludwik, a man whose resurgence

squatting down with the knife close to her face but not intending to harm her, "Say whatever comes

jumbled, "She... she came for minor facial adjustments. Ms. Sheldon was pregnant at the time, which is why I

acid sculpting and insisted on seeing me, wanting

what?" Ludwik's gaze

her mind racing, and then amended, "Not alter, exactly! She just wanted to look

shattered her evasiveness, the knife inching closer, "Tell me. Which parts of her face did she change, and did she share her specific requests with you? Why did she want cosmetic surgery, did she tell

a doctor, must have inquired about her reasons, knowing the potential harm to the fetus,"

turned even paler; of

cosmetic surgery would typically be turned away due to the risk

just using hyaluronic acid to modify

was she in such a hurry for

I felt she was very anxious and even gave me some photos of facial

Ludwik bellowed, "Bring out those template photos

lips turning blue, "Ms. Sheldon was very cautious. She didn't give me full photos to replicate; she just handed me

the fetus.

for her injections a while