Chapter 113
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Hackett exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “There’s nothing I can do. Colt is not just any doctor—he’s a professor. I’m just starting my career, he doesn’t even know me. You need to figure something out fast, or once he gets here, it’ll be too late.”
Rosie nodded, but no solution came to mind.
Seeing no way out, Hackett grabbed his medical box and hurried away. If Colt discovered he was involved in falsifying medical records, his entire career would be at risk.
It wasn’t worth it for something so trivial.
“Hackett!” Rosie called, watching as he slid into his car. “Where do you think you’re going? You promised to help me!”
Hackett lowered the window just enough to look at her, an apologetic look on his face. “Rosie, I can’t go up against someone like Colt. I won’t risk everything for this. You should find someone else to help you.” From the passenger seat, he grabbed an envelope and gave it to Rosie—the same twenty thousand dollars she had given him as payment.
“I’ll double it!” Rosie tried to shove the envelope back through the window, but Hackett refused to take it. Without another word, he rolled up the window and drove off.
Rosie clenched her fists in frustration. Time was running out, and she had no backup plan. Furious, she muttered curses under her breath.
Soon, Colt arrived. He was a distinguished scholar, his hair streaked with gray. He looked dignified and gentle.
Dalton personally opened the car door for him and greeted him with genuine respect. “Mr. Guzman, I really appreciate you taking the time to come,” he said.
R𝒆𝓐𝓓 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝒏𝑬𝒙𝑻 g𝓪l𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝓈.𝒸o𝓂
Colt offered a polite nod before stepping inside. He carried none of the arrogance one might expect from a man of his reputation.
Rosie, observing from a distance, frowned. He looked too plain, too ordinary to be the renowned expert Hackett had feared. She scrutinized his every move, unimpressed.
She settled into her seat, convinced that Brenna was moments away from humiliation. Even with Hackett no longer involved, she felt no concern. She would just insist that Brenna had definitely undergone plastic surgery.
Colt wasted no time. He assessed Brenna’s face with a keen eye, checking the common surgical points where incisions were typically made. After a brief but thorough examination, he declared, “Miss Harper has never undergone plastic surgery.”
Rosie’s jaw tightened in disbelief. She stepped forward desperately. “That can’t be right! No one looks that perfect naturally.”
Colt’s eyes settled on her. “I’ve been in this field for decades. I can detect surgical alterations immediately. For instance, I can tell that you’ve had your nose augmented, your eyelids enhanced, and your lip line adjusted. The work wasn’t done flawlessly—there are still visible surgical marks.”
Brenna chuckled softly. “I also noticed that. I wonder if her full chest was also enhanced.”
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