Rory rubbed his palms together, looking anxious. “This is different! Dr. Owen is reopening VitaLink Hospital. It’s a huge benefit to everyone!”

Brad lifted his gaze, a trace of amusement flickering in his eyes. “Did she come here herself to ask for my help?”

Rory was momentarily speechless. “Dr. Owen is known for her strong will; she likely won’t ask.”

At that moment, a soft knock came at the door. Rylie stood there with a stack of documents, looking surprised when she saw Brad.

“You’re here too.”

Rory jumped to his feet. “Dr. Owen, perfect timing! Mr. Morgan was just saying he’d help you—”

“Dr. Rory!” Brad shot him a sharp look, then turned to Rylie. “I hear you’re reopening VitaLink Hospital?”

She nodded and placed the documents on the desk. “Everything is nearly done, except for the certification approval—”

Brad suddenly rose, his tall frame casting a shadow over her. “Why didn’t you come straight to me?”

Rylie held his gaze. “You already have so much on your plate. I didn’t want to bother you with something small—”

“Your concerns are never small.” Brad’s deep voice seemed to still the air. He reached for the documents. “Besides, aren’t you supposed to be researching my naval medical system?”

“If you can develop a new patent, I won’t have to rely on Ronan and his family. Tomorrow morning at nine, I’ll take you to the military logistics department.”

Rylie blinked in surprise. “What are we doing at the logistics department?”

“You need clearance to board the military vessel,” Brad said. “We’ll handle both tasks together.”

She nodded without hesitation. “Alright.”

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That evening, Brad prepared an application and submitted it to the admiral of the Navy Fleet.

Although it was meant to stay confidential, word spread across the navy headquarters. The admiral, intrigued by Brad’s personal life, shared it without much thought.

Rylie had no idea what the next day would bring.

By morning, the heat in Crolens had already climbed to thirty-three degrees Celsius. She was still asleep when a soft knock came at her bedroom door.

“Miss Owen, Mr. Deandre Owen has sent over some summer clothes from Rledo. He instructed us to bring them for you to choose from.”

Rylie allowed the servant to enter. As the door opened, two rows of clothes were rolled out.

“Mr. Deandre Owen personally selected these seasonal styles for you,” the servant explained. “He hopes you’ll enjoy them at summer gatherings.”

Another servant stepped forward. “Mr. Felix Owen, during his business trip, bought a few cars from a dealership. They’re parked in the underground garage. Here are the keys; I’ll leave them on your bedside.”

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