Chapter 334
Rylie shifted her focus to the girl with glasses. “Miss Wall, your resume says you’re trained in minimally invasive surgery. But from what I’ve found, you haven’t even passed the basic laparoscopic skills test.” She turned to the bulky man next. “And you. According to your file, you’ve published three SCI papers. But records show all of them were bought — and you were only listed as second author.”
The man’s face flushed with fury. “You’re lying! That’s slander!”
Rylie gave a slight smile. “If you’re going to buy papers, at least remember to erase the receipts from your desktop.”
With her fingers tapping lightly against the table, she began pointing out the lies packed into their resumes.
“Mr. Smith, that medical license? You paid for it. Miss Flynn, VitalInk Hospital didn’t let you go for budget cuts. It was a malpractice issue. And Mr. Anderson, your big ‘overseas training’? It was just a one-week vacation.”
Every name she called looked more rattled than the last. Not a word echoed back. The entire room had gone still, Rylie’s calm voice the only sound left. She rose from her seat, looking down at the group. “Now tell me — do any of you still believe you’re qualified to work in my hospital?”
Trevor jumped up, his finger aimed straight at her. “Y-you’re making all this up! I’ll sue you for defamation!”
The officer stepped in, voice stern. “Miss Owen, don’t make this harder than it already is.”
Trevor clenched his fists. “So you opened a hospital. That doesn’t mean you’re above everyone else. You think money protects you?” His voice dropped to a growl. “In Crolens, power speaks louder than wealth. I can make sure you rot in prison.”
Before anyone could reply, the doors of the mediation room swung open with a loud bang.
“Oh really?” came a deep, commanding voice from the entrance. “I’d love to see who thinks they can lock her away.”
All eyes turned as a tall man in military uniform stepped in. His shoulders bore polished rank insignia. Behind him, fully armed special forces filed in. The air grew cold, like someone had opened a window to a blizzard. His very presence chilled the room.
“Admiral Morgan?!” The once arrogant officer turned pale. His legs gave out beneath him.
Brad Morgan — known only from headlines and military broadcasts — stood tall. A legend in the Navy, his piercing gaze swept across the room, then softened the moment he saw Rylie.
“Did they give you trouble?”
“Yes. They went too far,” Rylie answered quickly.
On the other side, led by Trevor, several job applicants were stunned. As they saw the stars on Brad’s military uniform and the special forces behind him, their hearts sank.
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