Chapter 1715
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Why would Tandy say that?
Because he had dealt with countless stubborn, archaic traditionalists in his career.
Fools who genuinely believed eating a specific animal organ would magically heal their own matching organ.
Then there were the billionaires driven by morbid curiosity, funding illegal poaching rings just to consume exotic, endangered species.
Even in legitimate medical circles, some doctors constantly tried to bypass federal bans to experiment with restricted materials.
Everyone knew these materials possessed incredible medicinal properties, but the insatiable demand was exactly what drove these species to the brink of extinction!
Once they crossed the border, secure transport was immediately arranged for their return to Cabinda.
The FIB dispatched a private stealth jet.
A luxury extraction flight.
This time, Lucas Charles was tagging along for the ride.
Mr. Charles was a highly controversial figure with an ideology aggressively opposed to Solenia.
However, because of this medical truce, the Solenian government had no intention of penalizing the grandson.
In fact, the higher-ups immediately greenlit Claire and Tandy’s request to operate on Lucas.
Lucas was granted asylum in Solenia until he achieved a full recovery.
However, Mr. Charles’s security detail was severely restricted. Only a handful of guards were permitted, and they were strictly forbidden from carrying firearms.
Once the threat of an armed foreign syndicate causing chaos in the capital was neutralized, the government guaranteed Lucas’s physical safety.
Of course, this protection wasn’t free; Mr. Charles had paid a staggering, classified sum to secure the deal.
The exact numbers were far above Claire’s pay grade.
The moment Claire returned to Cabinda, she crashed hard.
Regardless of the two critical patients waiting for her, her body was completely pushed to its limits.
Hearing Claire had vanished into a foreign warzone with Tandy, Dane had been consumed by anxiety, terrified she was in over her head.
When he finally got word she was back on Solenian soil, a massive weight lifted off his chest.
He personally intercepted her at the tarmac and drove her straight home so she could collapse into bed.
Once she woke up, she had to make an immediate appearance at the Churchill Estate.
She had been completely off the grid for days, and Padgett was sick with worry.
If she survived a warzone and didn’t immediately check in at the family manor, it would be incredibly disrespectful.
Claire got home in the afternoon, showered, and immediately blacked out, sleeping straight through until the following afternoon.
If Dane hadn’t called to ask what time they were heading to the Churchill Estate, Claire would have easily slept through dinner.
It wasn’t just Claire who was dead on her feet; Rory and Jace also slept like the dead.
Only Finnian and Steele maintained their strict military discipline, waking up at the crack of dawn courtesy of their internal clocks.
They rotated shifts with the female bodyguards, and since Finnian was a culinary genius, he had unintentionally become the floor’s resident head chef.
The smell of his cooking was so intoxicating that a neighbor from downstairs actually came up
knocked on their doorbeet
buy a portion of their food content
“My kid is an incredibly picky eater, but every time he smells your cooking, he throws a massive tantrum begging for a bite. Buddy, is there any way you could cook an extra portion?”
“I’ll pay top dollar!”
Finnian figured tossing a few extra ingredients into the pan was no big deal, so he agreed.
The kid’s father was a freelance architect who had graduated from The Cabinda University.
Realizing Finnian was a laid-back guy, the architect asked if he could buy meals for himself, too.
Two meals a day for father and son, for about twenty bucks a day.
Honestly, that was an absolute steal.
You couldn’t find food that good in a high-end restaurant.
The only catch was they couldn’t request specific dishes; they ate whatever Finnian decided to cook.
If he was taking a day off, he’d text them in advance to sort themselves out.
The father and son were ecstatic.
They were finally eating real food!
Knowing they were getting the deal of a lifetime, the architect constantly dropped off
fresh fruit and expensive groceries.
Despite Finnian repeatedly telling him it wasn’t necessary, the man’s gratitude was unstoppable.
Eventually Finnian had to confess
that all their meat and produce were
directly supplied by a classified
high end organic farm Only then did the father stop bringing groceries.
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