Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

Outside Hillside Villa.

An anxious Nicole mustered up her courage and pressed the doorbell.

The face Nina drew is obviously different from the one before. No one’s gonna know.

That’s right, so stay calm. Stay calm!

The door opened, and the butler, Blake, glanced at her. Realization dawned upon him as he noticed the medical kit in her hand.

“Are you the miracle doctor who’s here to see Kyle?”

“Yes.”

“Please come with me. Mr. Seet’s waiting for you.”

Nicole carefully observed the villa while walking behind Blake. As expected of the Seet family. Every decoration here reflects their power and wealth.

As soon as she reached the living room, Nicole’s chest tightened when she saw Evan’s stand-offish face.

“You’re Dr. Tussaud?” he asked, gazing at her with a pair of hawk eyes.

The woman appeared to be in her thirties and had slightly tanned skin. She was the kind of woman who wouldn’t stand out from the crowd if she were thrown into one.

“Yes,” Nicole answered, gripping her fists as she tried her best to remain calm.

Evan responded casually, “You may

recognize her, Nicole breathed

me, Doctor,”

the bedroom,

like the Seets are

as she gazed upon an ashen-looking Kyle

Kyle, Dr. Tussaud. Please have a look at

to the bedside, leaned over, and

and frowned as

the mother and son met, Nicole was overwhelmed

The agony was indescribable.

it

at her

women who came to the villa would always have their faces caked, but this

mark the size of a

pretty, but there was something oddly familiar

doctor, and I’m here

she gently

she could deduce that his stomach and lungs were very weak for someone

again just a while ago, Dr. Tussaud.

and respiratory tracts, and this time, it was his stomach. So