<b>Chapter </b><b>512 </b>
Five million for a consultation <b>fee</b>. That youngdy… might be ying a bit too rough.
They <b>didn’t </b>know whether her n could actually cure Owen, and even if it could, the cost was outrageously steep. Although it wasn’t like Owen was short of cash.
Johnny walked over to the bed, handing Owen the piece of paper that had the ount information and the consultation <b>fee </b>written on <ol><li><b>it</b>. </li></ol>
Owen nced at it, not quite getting the gist. “Hmm?”
“Five million for a consultation<b>!</b>” Johnny’s voice carried a tinge of theatrical astonishment.
Dane, who had been lost in thought beside them, looked up <b>at </b>the mention of the figure. Five million for a consultation? That seemed a <b>bit </b>excessive for just a medical check–up!
How much <b>did </b>his ss B concoctions sell for again?
She just took a look at Owen and now she wanted five million?
There was no sign of surprise in Owen’s eyes, only a calm assertion. “The truly skilled alwaysmand high fees. Stay cool.”
Johnny looked at him with aplex expression, thinking to himself, “It’s your money being spent!”
Unable to stick around any longer, Dane nodded towards Owen. “Mr. Owen, take care and rest up. I’ve just gotten back and have a few things to take care of, so I’ll be on my way.”
Owen regarded Dane and after pondering for a moment, he said, “We have been quite the imposition these past few days; perhaps it’s time we headed back.”
At that, Dane straightened up, seemingly ready to agree, but then, as if struck by a thought, he spoke with conviction, “You should stay at the Reeves family estate for the next few days. Even though Ms. Mirabe has said she can handle the consequences, she is after all invited by my father. If you stay here, should any issues arise, we can address them promptly.” He was curious to see if that concoction of remedies could truly save a life.
Johnny considered it and added, “Dane has a point. Even with medication, it’s important to monitor for any side effects, especially since… if the treatment isn’t effective…” He left the rest unsaid, as the implications were clear to all.
Owen’s eyes were half–closed, and after a long pause, he simply responded with an “Okay.”
Seeing this, Dane rxed his grip and soon left the room.
Once Dane had departed, Johnny fluffed a pillow and slid it behind Owen for support, musing aloud, “The Reeves family has really hit the jackpot with Daneing into his own. He’s on the verge of bing a senior pharmacist.”
Despite being at a loss with Owen’s condition today, Dane’s excellence in other areas was undeniable.
“Perhaps,” Owen replied indifferently, gesturing towards a document on the bedside table for Johnny to fetch.
“You should rest more,” Johnny advised, even as heplied and brought over the document. “Sir, you might want to take this opportunity to strengthen your ties with Dane. He’s well–connected in Riverdale, and that could be useful when you take up your new post there.”
Navigating Riverdale could be treacherous; even the most capable could be easily sidelined without the rightwork – a thorny path in the political wilderness.
Owen picked up a pen, hesitated, and a shadow flickered across his eyes. To even consider the issue of reassignment, he needed to be well enough to serve. He shook his head and began reviewing the document.
Two minutester, he looked up at Johnny and instructed, “Check into the background of this Ms. Mirabe who treated me today.” Surprised, Johnny replied, “Why the sudden interest <b>in </b>her?”
Owen’s lips were chapped. His gaze was deep and somber. He lowered his head again
murmuring simply, “Just curious.”