Chapter 104
Chapter 104:
Evita had counted on this. She assumed that Rylie wouldn’t bring one. The last time Rylie had visited, it was only because she’d delivered Nexo-7. So Evita took a gamble, hoping to publicly shame her and warn Selah not to get involved again.
But Rylie didn’t come unprepared. She calmly reached into her pocket and pulled out an invitation.
It looked nothing like the others. The card had a deep red background edged in gold, and the handwriting was unmistakably unique.
The guards leaned in for a closer inspection. The change in their expressions was immediate.
Onlookers began whispering to each other. “Is there something wrong with her invitation p>
Timothy seized the moment and raised his voice. “Of course she doesn’t belong here! Her mentor already ruined lives, and now she’s teaching her student to lie and cheat! This is disgraceful p>
Evita pretended to remain neutral, though her smile betrayed her. “You’re still young, Rylie. If you’re really so eager to pose as a doctor, you could ask one of us seasoned experts for help. These little tricks of yours won’t get you far p>
“How shameful,” she added with a smirk.
“Is this the kind of training Selah gives her apprentice? I’d be too embarrassed to show my face p>
Rylie didn’t react. She didn’t glance their way. She simply waited, calm and composed, as the guards decided what to do next.
Without warning, both guards stepped forward, bowing low. Their voices rang out, clear and firm. “Welcome. Please come in!” The chatter stopped at once.
Their sudden show of respect landed like a quiet blow across Evita’s face. She stood still, caught off guard. None of this made sense.
One guard, still slightly bent, addressed Rylie with care. “The seminar will be held in the front hall. If there’s anything you need, I’ll be right there to assist. Please follow me p>
Beside him, the second guard gripped the invitation tightly. Sweat gathered in his palm. The writing on the card was clear and strong. Most invitations looked alike—ordinary and printed. But this one, marked with gold and stamped with weight, meant something only a few within the Morgan family would understand.
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Out of all the invitations sent by the Morgans, just one carried Sean’s own handwriting. It was meant for Healing Hand, a figure known only in whispered circles of the medical world.
The guards didn’t know for certain if Rylie was that person. Still, the risk of turning her away was too high.
Rylie expected this shift. She remembered the message she had received through the dark web. Sean had sent her the card himself, handwriting every word. She never meant to use it, but now that the Wilde family was involved, she figured there was no reason to hold back.
Word of the commotion at the gate had already made its way indoors. Brock stepped out, calm and firm, his presence drawing the crowd’s attention. They greeted him with practiced smiles.
None of them had met Brad, but they all knew Brock well. He rarely left Brad’s side.
Still, Brock paid them no mind. His expression remained cold — until he caught sight of Rylie.