Marcus immediately voiced his agreement with Barney’s plan. “Of course. No problem at all.”

He desperately needed Barney, Sophie, and Arius’ help with the virus that held Anglandur hostage.

At that point, he could agree to almost anything that helped to smooth over their ruffled feathers.

Alas, Barney’s declaration did not sit well with the men pleading for mercy on the ground. Getting a spot in the International Medical Association had been a laborious feat.

If they were essentially fired from the association, their reputation in the medical field would be ruined.

They immediately launched into a fresh wave of pleas. “Dr. Smith, we’ve truly realized our mistakes. Please give us another chance!”

Marcus had heard enough. He piped up, “That’s enough. Ms. Tanner and the others have been far too generous toward you. All you’re good for is saying nonsense instead of curing diseases. I don’t ever want to hear about you lot next time.”

He ordered his men to bring the disgraced former researchers away.

“Ms. Tanner, let me express my apologies once again. I personally invited you here, yet such an unforgivable act happened to you on our grounds.” Marcus continued, “Once we’ve overcome this virus, I will take you out for a meal and properly make things up to you.”

These three doctors were his only hope.

He could sacrifice every shred of his pride to ensure the security of his country and his position.

Sophie had had enough of dealing with the drama by then. She replied curtly, “Let’s talk about it another time! Why don’t both of you head back first, Dr. Smith? I’m going to have dinner with Tristan, so I’ll make my way back later.”

Reminding herself that the virus was a matter of life and death was the only thing that boosted her patience.

“All right. Go on, then. Arius and I will return as well.”

Arius whined, “Let’s eat out, Dr. Smith! I’m sick of all the dinners they serve us at the medical association!”

He was suddenly swamped by a longing for his life back in Chanaea. It had been so easy to get whatever he craved in Chanaea. In Anglandur, he had to suffer through countless fast-food meals.

had no objections to his mentee’s suggestion. “Works for me. I’m going back to my room. Come and get me when you’re ready for

knew they were tired

raised in Anglandur, and he was used to their culture and lifestyle. However, it was surely a

subordinates, “What’s wrong with you? Didn’t I ask you to see after their needs? If Ms. Tanner isn’t used to Anglanduran cuisine,

sorry for overlooking that, Mr. President. We

“Don’t worry, Professor Gullifer and Ms. Tanner.

no expense or pride in ensuring their esteemed

they had wasted enough time that day and

had no interest in wasting

returned to her room to have dinner with

Sophie. The lovebirds hardly spent enough

eventually trailed after

and foot, Mr. President? Even the International

“Frankly, no one can guarantee a solution to this virus, but Sophie has the advantage of experience, so

facing such a tough trial shortly after

presidency to speak of if the country’s citizens

to fulfill their requests. And I never want to hear any more of that nonsense about Chanaea

of Anglandur

was his top priority. If Sophie managed to help him do it, he could even be compelled to kneel at

room just as Tristan finished

but she could not bear to leave him alone in his battered state. She suggested, “Let’s go! What do you want to eat? I’ll go

order delivery! I really don’t want to go out looking like this.” I’ve got

A laugh escaped Sophie.

hugged her from behind and

funny at all. I must look a horror now, Sophie.

disgusted by you.” Her earnest reply was marred somewhat by the amused smirk curving

planted

that did Sophie set off for the International

again, Tristan was

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