Chapter 75 {What’s Her Email}

Levi's grip on Richard's wrist tightened as he saw him trying to pull away.

"You stay put," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

"I'm not done talking to you."

Richard winced and stopped struggling, his face paling slightly at Levi's tone.

Isabella stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes fixed on Chozen. She had never seen him before, but there was something about his presence that made her heart skip a beat.

He was tall and muscular, with a sharp jawline that made him look like he could be a model. His skin was pale, almost porcelain-like in color, and his eyes were dark and intense.

Chozen seemed to sense her presence and turned around to look at her. He raised an eyebrow slightly as he took in her appearance.

Zal who stood in place as he looked at Isabella and then at his boss Chozen. Chozen looked at Isabella for a long moment Isabella sighed and she walked passed Chozen why is this guy here.

As Isabella walked past Chozen, she could feel his eyes on her. He seemed to be watching her every move with an intense gaze.

Zal looked between the two of them, noticing the tension in the air. He knew that his boss could be intimidating to some people but he had never seen someone look so unaffected by him before.

Chozen continued to watch Isabella as she walked away, his expression unreadable. He was intrigued by her indifference, especially after seeing the way her family had treated her.

Zal looked at Chozen and could see that he was still watching Isabella. He knew his boss well enough to know when he was interested in someone and it seemed like this time was no exception.

As Isabella walked away Chozen watched her, he couldn't help but notice how different she looked compared to the rest of her family.

Isabella walked back to the room she is suppose to be in she covered herself completely so no one would be able to notice her as she walked inside the operation room. Isabella let out a sigh Owen was next to her as the patient was brought in everything was already for her.

The operation room was quiet and sterile, the only sounds coming from the beeping of machines and the occasional rustle of medical equipment.

Owen stood next to Isabella, his eyes focused on the patient that had been brought in. He glanced at her briefly, noticing how serious she looked as she prepared for the surgery.

Isabella's hands were steady and precise as she began the operation, her focus completely on the task at hand.

Emily looked at the medical students with a smug smile on her face.

"Yeah, I pulled some strings and managed to get her here."

Lucy and Lillian both looked at her in awe while their father nodded approvingly.

Isabella clenched her fists tightly, anger coursing through her veins. She couldn't believe Emily had lied about something like this.

The medical students all looked up as Emily spoke, clearly impressed by her accomplishment.

Lucy and Lillian both smiled smugly while their father nodded approvingly.

Isabella clenched her fists tightly as she watched the scene unfold before her. She couldn't believe that Emily had lied about something like this, and for what? To show off in front of everyone?

The room was tense as everyone waited for Isabella's reaction.

Isabella took a deep breath and composed herself before speaking.

"So, Emily, why did you lie about getting Mircale Worker here?"

Emily's smile faltered slightly as Isabella spoke, clearly not expecting her to confront her.

"I didn't lie," she said defensively.

"I really did pull some strings."

Lucy and Lillian both looked at her nervously while their father's expression darkened.

"Really? what's her email?" Isabella asked while she walked forward.

Emily's smile faltered even more as she realized that Isabella was onto her.

"What?" she stuttered, trying to keep her composure.

"I-I don't have it memorized."

Lucy and Lillian both looked at each other nervously while their father's face darkened even more.

Isabella continued walking towards Emily, her eyes narrowed and intense.

"Mircale Worker," Dr. Banks said kindly and tried to shake Isabella hand who swiftly avoided the touch.

"Please tell me her email of her phone number," Isabella asked Emily frowned slightly why does this woman eyes look familiar.

Emily looked at Isabella with a cold glare, clearly annoyed by her request.

"Why do you need it?" she asked skeptically.

Isabella looked at Emily with a steely gaze, refusing to back down.

"I just want to know how did you get my number as the Mircale Worker they are only few people who have my personal contact," Isabella said as herself being a Marcale Worker no one knows her real name only by the Mircale Worker only Dr. Smith, Dr.Greenwood, know what she looks like oh and her master.

Emily froze in place as she stared at the Mircale Worker she knew that the Mircale Worker was a hard person to find even the most powerful families in the world can't call the Mircale Worker.

The Mircale Worker stood silently in front of Emily, watching the scene unfold before her. She had a calm and composed expression on her face, but there was something about her that made Emily shiver.

"Mircale Worker I…"

"Stop Dr. Smith is the only person who has my personal information unless he asks me a student like do you think you are worthy enough?" Isabella asked. Emily opened and closed her mouth.

Emily's face paled as the Mircale Worker spoke, her words cutting through the air like a knife.

"Worthy?" she managed to croak out.

"I… I don't know."

Lucy and Lillian both watched silently as their sister squirmed under the Mircale Worker's gaze while their father clenched his fists tightly.

Emily swallowed hard, feeling intimidated by the Mircale Worker's presence. She knew she couldn't mess with her without consequences.

The Mircale Worker continued to stare at Emily, her gaze unwavering.

"So?" she asked again, her voice firm but calm.

"Do you think yourself worthy enough?"

Emily swallowed hard again before nodding silently.

"I…I…I made it up it's my sister who got your information," Emily said and Isabella sighed as she nodded her head she turned around and she became focus on her operation.

Isabella went back to focusing on her operation, her expression serious once again. The medical students watched intently as she worked, her skill and precision making them all the more impressed.

As the operation continued, Isabella worked with a steady hand and a focused gaze. She was completely in her element, every movement precise and deliberate.

The medical students watched in awe as she moved around the operating table, her skills far surpassing even their wildest expectations. They had never seen someone so young work with such confidence and expertise.

Owen couldn't help but watch Isabella work, his eyes wide with admiration and awe.

"Damn," he muttered under his breath.

"You are in incredible."

"Owen less talking more helping," Isabella said with a soft chuckle.

The medical students nodded in agreement, their eyes fixed on Isabella as she continued to work. They had never seen someone so young and yet so talented before.

Isabella's hands moved deftly over the patient's body, her movements quick and sure. She seemed to know exactly what to do in every situation.

After several hours, the operation was complete. Isabella stepped back and surveyed her handiwork, her expression satisfied.

The medical students watched as Isabella stepped back, their eyes wide with awe. They couldn't believe that the operation was over so quickly.

The patient was stable and breathing on their own again, all thanks to Isabella's skillful hands.

Owen let out a low whistle, impressed beyond words.

"Damn," he said again.

"You're a miracle worker in every sense of the word."

The medical students all nodded in agreement, their eyes still wide with amazement.

Isabella just smiled faintly, her expression a little tired but satisfied. She was used to praise from others but she couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed by their words.

"Thank you," she said quietly before looking at Owen.

"Let's finish up here."

Isabella walked over to the patient's bedside, checking her vitals and making adjustments as needed. Her movements were smooth and confident, reflecting her years of experience and training. Isabella sighed she nodded at Dr. Smith, Chozen was able to come in the operation two hours later if it was anyone else they wouldn't be able to get in. His eyes narrowed so that's the Mircale Worker.