Love in the Limelight
Chapter 8
Chapter 8
“Can anyone just claim they re Aster? Rumor has it that Aster is a man in his thirties You, are a young girl How dare you pretend to be him? What’s your endgame?”
Astrid glanced at the man before her, a tad annoyed “I can cure her”
“Cure her?” The experts present burst out in laughter “We’re the top dogs in the medical field if we cant treat her how can you?”
Another expert chimed in “Looking at your age, you’re probably a Uni student still, right? You’m just here to catch the eye of the rich bloke Wylie, hoping to bag yourself a wealthy hubby. Girl, get lost. This ain’t your playground”
“Scram before you make a fool of yourself”
you actually manage to cure the old lady, we’ll bow down to you!”
“Bow down and hail me queen, you mean?” Astrid raised an eyebrow, “Deal”
want to clash with these folks, but she couldn’t stand
to Elio. “Sir, will you
to, but he too was fed up with the so–called experts. So he nodded, “Sure
Elio to side with the young girl and exchanged surprised glances.
to the balcony and started
she
at this point?” Ello asked
mother was on her last legs and he was
old woman. She punctured many of the old lady’s acupuncture points with silver needles and fed her some medicine. As time ticked by just
sight threw Wylie into a panic, “Mom!!”
when everyone thought the old lady had passed. A faint cough emanated from the bed. It was very faint, but it silenced the entire room.
thank Astrid, but she made a shushing gesture at him. She then calmly wiped the sweat from her forehead, sat back
said that earlier because they
they kneel to a young girl? Even if the person in
About Love in the Limelight - Chapter 8
Love in the Limelight is the best current series of the author Novelxo. With the below Chapter 8 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 8 and update the next chapters of this series at booktrk.com