Chapter 9 - PREPARING THE TREATMENT
Marcus studied the weathered leather pouch, recognizing the traditional apothecary tools from his grandfather's era.
"Where did you learn apothecary medicine? That's a lost art, especially in the criminal underworld," Marcus asked suspiciously.
"I didn't learn it in the underworld. I learned it in the same elite medical academy your wife dropped out of," Clara replied evenly.
Marcus raised an eyebrow, noting the sharp intelligence shining behind Clara's messy reddish-brown hair.
"If you're so educated, why are you living on the streets in tattered clothes?" Marcus probed further.
"Because when you cross powerful people who steal your patents, the streets are the only place left to hide," Clara answered.
Marcus gave a slow, respectful nod, recognizing a fellow survivor of betrayal and corporate warfare.
"Guards! Prepare the East Wing guest suite for Miss Clara immediately," Marcus commanded with renewed authority.
"Make sure she gets the finest food, clothing, and absolute protection while she is under my roof," he added firmly.
Clara offered a subtle, confident smirk, sliding the leather pouch back into her dark duffel bag.
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"Ten days, Mr. Vance. Let's see if your legs are ready to carry the weight of your revenge."
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