?<strong>Chapter 511:</strong>


    She answered straightforwardly, “All three women who came today are here for pregnancy tests.”


    “Pregnancy test?” Daxton’s eyes shifted momentarily, a storm of emotions shing across his face, impossible to read, as the mood around him seemed to darken.


    The sudden shift in his demeanor startled the nurse. “Mr. Garcia? Is something wrong?”


    At the sound of her voice, Daxton’s eyes softened, the coldness fading as his usualposed, gentle air returned. The nurse blinked, feeling momentarily disoriented, as if what she had just witnessed was a trick of her mind.


    Before she could even process what happened, Daxton had already turned and walked away, as if nothing had happened. Pulling out his phone, he made a quick call. “Come up with a reason to dy Carrie’s pregnancy results.”


    Meanwhile, Ailyn, alone and with her IV drip in tow, was…


    Ailyn was heading to the restroom when she turned and spotted a woman in full disguise walking down the gynecology corridor. She stared at the woman’s back, her mind racing. “Carrie? What is she doing here, in the gynecology department? Could she be…”


    A suspicion crossed her mind, and after the initial shock, her eyes darkened with malice. Carrie had shattered her world, and Ailyn swore she would drag her down into the depths, even if it meant burning herself in the process.


    At the set of amercial shoot, Lise reclinedfortably on a deck chair beneath the sunshade, her attention fully absorbed by her phone. She sipped her coffee through a straw, her left leg nonchntly draped over her right in a tomboyish pose that contrasted her typically demure image.


    Elva scanned the bustling set, ensuring no one was watching, then grabbed a straw from the table and lightly tapped Lise’s bobbing leg. “You know, ady should sit with a bit more decorum. What if someone snaps a photo?”


    Lise just shrugged dismissively. “So what? Once I’m overseas, it’s like I’ve quit the showbiz scene. Why should I bother about the opinions of those ridiculous fans? They say they admire me, yet criticize me incessantly. I’m utterly fed up with them.”


    Elva massaged her forehead, feeling the strain. In all her years managing talent, she’d never heard a celebrity so tantly scorn their own supporters. Trying to remainposed, she attempted once more to sway Lise. “You’re still in the middle of heart treatment, and the future’s uncertain. A turning point mighte. For now, it’s better to stay on your best behavior, just in case things take a turn.”


    At that, Lise’s patience snapped. She hurled her coffee to the ground in a fit of irritation, the liquid sshing up and staining Elva’s light-colored dress.


    Elva pressed a wet wipe against the fabric, attempting to blot the stubborn coffee stains, but it was futile. The dress—a sumptuous gift from Kristopher, chosen specifically for today’s meeting with brand executives—was irreparably stained.


    Kristopher hadvished Lise with an endless array of designer treasures, far more than she could ever hope to wear. The pieces that failed to capture her fancy were sent by Elva to be sold on second-hand tforms, yet Elva herself never received a single gift from Lise.


    However, Kristopher, despite his esteemed reputation, made it a point to asionally surprise Elva with modest presents. There were moments when Elva found herself wishing that Kristopher had originally assigned her to work with Carrie instead. But, as fate would have it, life offered no second chances.


    Caught up in the urgency of the moment, Elva briskly cleaned up the mess and cautioned Lise, “Your situation is really precarious this time. You need to keep your temper in check.”


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