MainNovelChapter 167 The middle-aged man in the black-rimmed glasses was none other than the director of Viridis Medical Institute- a neveryone in the medical world recognized. Yet now, this distinguished director stood chatting and laughing with a young girl, as if they were old friends. Their conversation flowed easily, free of any awkwardness, as though their bond had been forged over many years.
Today, the director was the man everyone wanted to meet. The medical elite had pulled every string they could to score an invitation to this event, all in the hope of getting a moment of his attention.
Yet, against all odds and effort, none of them could compare to a teenager who had captured his interest so effortlessly.
People nearby couldn't help but whisper among themselves at the sight.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Who is that girl? Why does the director of Viridis Medical Institute seem so familiar with her?" "I have no idea. I've never seen her before." "Look at the way he speaks to her-there's almost a hint of respect. If you didn't know better, you'd think she was his boss," someone remarked, only half-joking.
"Maybe she's the daughter of a friend. That would explain it." Speculation about Citrine's identity buzzed through the crowd.
Sawyer and Norton stared in disbelief, still unable to make sense of what they were witnessing.
How on earth did Citrine know the director of Viridis Medical Institute? But with Holbrook still in his hospital bed, there wasn't tto puzzle it out. Swallowing his pride, Sawyer squared his shoulders and made his way toward the director and Citrine.
"Director, hello. I'm Sawyer, CEO of The Iverson Group," he said, reaching out his hand with practiced politeness.
The director-Patten Reed-turned at the sound of Sawyer's voice, then glanced at Citrine. "Citrine, is this the one who kept pestering you for an invitation?" Citrine nodded.
Patten's expression hardened and he gave a cold, dismissive snort. "So you just go around begging people for favors? This is what passes for a CEO these days? Shameless." He didn't bother to hide his contempt.
Sawyer and Norton's faces drained of color.
Since the company crisis and his father's illness, Sawyer had lost count of how many times he'd been treated with this kind of frosty indifference.
It stung, dragging him back to those desperate, uncertain days when he first started his business.
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Still, no matter how angry or humiliated he felt, Sawyer forced his trademark smile. As if he hadn'tm heard Ratten's insult, he pressed on: "Director, I'm here to ask for a hospital bed for my father. His situation is urgent. If you'd be willing to help, we can pay whatever it takes." He finished with a deep bow-an act of humility that he hadn't had to perform in years.
Patten looked him over and shook his head. "Young man, money doesn't solve everything. This is the grand opening of Viridis Medical Institute, and showing up uninvited was disrespectful. Besides, our research center isn't a charity. If I took every desperate case that cmy way, things would spiral out of control." "My father-" Sawyer tried to interject, but Patten cut him off with a wave of his hand. Without another word, Patten led Citrine inside, not sparing Sawyer another glance.
Sawyer and Norton watched them go, humiliation and frustration written on their faces.
Norton lashed out, kicking the nearest tree in anger. "Dad, Citrine is unbelievable. It's one thing not to give buy thing not to give us her medicine, but she couldn't even say a word for us just now? She and the director are clearly close-as long as she put in a good word, Grandpa might have a chance! How can she be so heartless?"
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