Chapter 333
Rylie sat down, crossing her legs and leaning back with effortless calm. “So, what exactly do you want to discuss?”
Trevor smirked, his posture refined and calculated. “Miss Owen, we just want this resolved. It’s simple. If your hospital stops employing those veterans and hires us with the same pay and benefits, we can consider this matter closed.”
Rylie swept the room with a cold glance, her lips curling into a faint smirk. “Do you honestly think you’re qualified? Any of you?”
Trevor’s face flushed red. He slammed his fist on the table and shot to his feet. “What do you mean by that?!”
The room erupted with angry voices. A girl with thick glasses shouted, “We graduated from accredited medical schools! We’re far better than those disabled people!”
“Exactly!” a broad-shouldered man bellowed. “Some of them don’t even have all their fingers — how can they hold a scalpel? Do they plan on talking their way through surgery?”
Rylie’s gaze turned cold. She rose slowly, planting her hands firmly on the table. “Those ‘disabled’ veterans you mock risked their lives on the battlefield while you were safe memorizing textbooks.”
Trevor sneered. “Stop pretending you’re noble! We know how you got this hospital started. You used connections! Now you’re hiring these disabled people just to scam government subsidies, aren’t you?”
“Oh?” Rylie arched an eyebrow. “So causing this scene is your idea of using connections to get into my hospital?”
“You!” Trevor’s anger boiled over, his polite mask shattering. “Don’t act so high and mighty! My uncle is…”
The words “Police Chief” died in his throat.
Rylie finished for him, her tone sharp. “Your uncle is the Police Chief, isn’t he? So you think that gives you the right to bully civilians?”
The air in the mediation room turned heavy and still.
Trevor’s face darkened as he hissed through clenched teeth. “Fine. Have it your way! Since you won’t cooperate, don’t blame us for taking the hard route!” He turned to the nearby officer. “Officer, you can see she refuses to mediate. Someone like her should be locked up right now!”
The officer let out a tired sigh. “Miss Owen, I’ll give you one last warning. If you insist on this, the regulatory agency will join hands with the police…”
Rylie straightened, cutting him off coldly. Her eyes stayed locked on Trevor. “You claim to be highly educated, but I’ve gone over your master’s thesis. It’s riddled with plagiarism. The duplication rate is forty-two percent.”
Her tone sliced through his pretense like a scalpel. “And your resume? You claimed ‘internship experience at a top-tier hospital.’ But in reality, you were a receptionist in the outpatient department for only three months.”
“You… how did you…” Trevor’s face turned pale, his lips trembling as he failed to respond.
What he didn’t know was that every resume Rylie reviewed had been stripped bare for hidden truths. She examined candidates as if unearthing their entire family history.
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