Chapter 7
William, oblivious to the danger in her expression, sneered. “You’re no longer part of this family. If you don’t back off now, I’ll call the police and have you arrested.”
“Hey!” A voice cut in. Stanley skidded to a stop on his bike, glaring at William. “Who the hell do you think you are, talking to Olivia like that?”
He’d nearly slipped up and called her doctor. But Olivia hated drawing attention to her skills and preferred to stay under the radar. But seeing her disrespected like this? It took everything in him not to reveal the truth.
William looked Stanley up and down, lips curling in disdain. ‘Pathetic. Can’t even afford a car?‘ His smirk turned vicious as he sneered at Olivia, “So this is your new sugar daddy? Doesn’t look like he’s got much to offer.”
Stanley’s jaw dropped. ‘What kind of delusional nonsense is this? Olivia is leagues above anyone in this family. If my own son has even a fraction of her skill, I’d die a happy man.’
“Sir,” Stanley said coldly, “you’d do well to watch your mouth.”
William ignored him, signaling the guard to drive them out. “Get rid of them.” Then he turned on his heel and strode inside.
It was the same guard who’d stopped Olivia earlier. Recognizing her, he barked, “I told you to go. Why are you still here?”
Stanley let out a dry laugh. Without a word, he flicked on his phone’s flashlight, illuminating his ID badge–Top Director of the government.
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The guard’s face drained of color. His legs trembled as he bowed frantically. “W–we had no idea this was a surprise inspection. If we’d known-”
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“Do I need your permission to inspect my own company?” Stanley’s voice was icy. He shot off a quick text to his team: [Priority this week: Orion Tower.]
The guard broke into a cold sweat. “S–sir, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”
But Stanley had already turned to Olivia, his tone softening. “Hang tight. I’ll handle these idiots, then we’ll head back. The patients need
you.
Olivia nodded, popping a lollipop into her mouth.
“A healer?‘ The guard’s stomach dropped. ‘But Mrs. Sherman has sworn she’s just some broke student. Oh god. Is she the Phantom Healer? Even an officer treating her with such respect. It all makes sense now. And I’ve just insulted her. I’m done for in town.
His career was over. No one crossed the Phantom Healer and survived in Hillarica. Slumping against a pillar, he barely had time to process his doom before the hotel manager stormed over and dragged him away
Then Stanley leaned in, lowering his voice. “Dr. Summers, are you here looking for someone?”
Olivia shrugged. “I came to save someone. But now? Not worth it.”
Stanley brightened. “It’s okay. Then let’s get out of here. Everyone’s waiting for you.”
His expression shifted, turning serious. “By the way, have you made any enemies lately? Some guys showed up earlier, claiming to be from Kingtonelle. They were asking for you. Looked shady, so I sent them packing”
Olivia frowned. The name meant nothing to her. The Sherman family had always called her a country bumpkin, so if she had family. they’d probably be farmers, not some mysterious group.
A faint smirk tugged at her lips. “Probably enemies Next time they come, let them in. I’ll deal with them myself.”
Stanley nearly choked. “Are you out of your mind? Why would you invite trouble? Don’t worry. I’ll make sure they never get near you.”
He shuddered, remembering the group–all sharp suits, towering figures, ridiculously good–looking. Not the kind of people one’d trust. Stanley was determined to keep them from Olivia
“At first, I thought they might need healing.” Stanley muttered, “but they asked for you by name. And the way they carried themselves was special
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Chapter 7
Olivia didn’t dwell on it. She’d made plenty of enemies over the years, and her reputation as a healer meant strangers often sought her out–for better or worse. Stanley was right to be cautious.
“Come on, let’s go,” he urged, glancing at his watch. “If we’re late, they’ll blame me for ruining their precious TV time.”
“Fine. On my bike.” Stanley grinned, slapping the seat of his bike. “Save some cash, and enjoy the breeze.”
Olivia didn’t refuse and climbed on behind him.
The Summers family waited in tense silence, their anxiety growing with each passing minute. They’d found Ivy was here, but after waiting endlessly, she never showed up.
Samuel had sent the younger grandsons home first. Now he sat fuming in the back of his luxury sedan, his knuckles white against the armrest. “I was told she’d be here,” he ground out. “What kind of useless intelligence are we working with?”
David Thomson, his assistant, wiped his brow nervously. “Sir, all our intel indicates she’s in this neighborhood. The Sherman family adopted Ms. Summers from Magnolia Town, and they only recently found their real daughter. She may still be with them.”
Samuel’s glare could have frozen lava. “Then why are you standing here explaining instead of finding her?”
“Right away, sir.” David scrambled into action.
A sudden coughing fit wracked Samuel’s frail body. Years of searching for his granddaughter while running the Summers empire had taken their toll. This trip to Hillarica was pushing his failing heart to its limits.
His personal physician rushed forward in alarm. “Mr. Summers, you’re in no condition for this journey. You need immediate hospitalization. If you refuse to return to Kingtonelle, at least let us admit you here in Hillarica.”
“I’m not leaving… until I see Ivy…” Samuel’s protest ended as his eyes fluttered shut, his body slumping against the seat.
As the frantic entourage sped toward the hospital, none of them noticed Olivia on a scooter passing just meters away.
When Olivia returned, Helen rushed over and grabbed her arm, fussing over her like a worried mother. “Olivia, are you okay? There’ve been all sorts of people asking about you.” Helen’s eyes darted over Olivia, checking for bruises or scrapes.
Olivia gave her a reassuring smile. “I’m fine, really. Poor Stanley had to come all the way out here just to track me down.”
Helen shot Stanley a look. “Well, that’s his job, isn’t it?”
Staniey grinned, playing along. “Sure. Working for our Dr. Summers is an honor, not just a job.”
Olivia chuckled, “Still, I owe you one.”
The three of them laughed easily, the kind of banter only good neighbors share.
Stanley watched Olivia with quiet admiration. Despite her skills, she never acted superior. She was just straightforward, capable, and down–to–earth
‘She’s going places, he thought. Already a legend, and she’s barely started. That arrogant man dared to disrespect her? What a complete idiot
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