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    Without missing a beat, she shook her head and moved in front of Eileen, acting on pure instinct to protect her since she was pregnant.


    Realizing she hadn’t been paying attention, Phoebe saw she had bumped into a person in a wheelchair. Flustered, she apologized over and over.


    Still protected by Phoebe, Eileen noticed a suspicious man, heavily disguised, making his way quickly toward the cosmetic surgery section.


    “That’s the fake Colby,” Eileen whispered, tugging Phoebe with her as they moved.


    “Are we sure it’s safe for us to follow him?” Phoebe whispered, a nervous edge in her voice. “What if he catches us and takes us hostage? If anything happens to your baby, Bryan will—”


    “Keep quiet!” Eileen snapped, giving Phoebe a pointed look.


    After a brief silence, Phoebe added, “Okay, worst case: he catches us. But even if we make it out fine, when Bryan finds out about this, he will still me me.”


    “I’m the one who brought you here. Bryan won’t me you,” Eileen assured, pausing at a corner as she and Phoebe watched the fake Colby step into a doctor’s office.


    After scanning the area, Eileen took Phoebe’s arm and led her to the second floor. There was a narrow pir by the railing upstairs, just wide enough to keep them hidden while giving Eileen a clear view of the cosmetic surgery office.


    “I’m not nning anything reckless. But if we can uncover who Colby’s stic surgeon is by doing this, the risk will be worth it,” Eileen said.


    “‘Colby’s” face looked rigid, probably a result of his recent cosmetic surgery. He likely required regr check-ups and could still be on medication.


    After about five minutes, “Colby” came out of the cosmetic  surgery office, clutching a receipt, and rushed down the stairs.


    Eileen tapped Phoebe on the arm and inquired, “1f I’m not mistaken, the Meyer family owns shares in this hospital, correct?”


    “Yes,” Phoebe replied, instantly grasping what Eileen was hinting at as she pulled out her phone to make a call. Within five minutes, she managed to get hold of all the patient records from the cosmetic surgery department.


    “‘Colby’s” file was at the top, but it was listed under the same alias he used to rent from Phoebe, not his actual name.


    “Go through the files. Cosmetic surgeries typically include before-and-after photos,” Eileen suggested. She and Phoebe split up the tasks.


    Phoebe skimmed through them swiftly. “There’s nothing here,” she said.


    Eileen brushed her long hair back and sat quietly on a bench for a moment. “So, he didn’t have the surgery at this hospital. But why did hee here for medication?” After some thought, it seemed improbable that Amoura, known for her caution, would have arranged for “Colby” to have his cosmetic surgery here.


    Yet, “Colby” had unexpectedly shown up right under their noses to pick up his medication. That felt odd.


    “Let’s go straight to ask the surgeon,” Eileen said, grabbing a stack of files as she and Phoebe made their way downstairs.


    They had initially suspected that Amoura might have bribed the surgeon. If they rushed in and the surgeon didn’t cooperate, it could tip off their enemy.


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