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    People had their secrets—she understood that. If he wasn’t ready to open up, she wouldn’t demand answers he wasn’t willing to give.


    The next day brought a bit of good news from the hospital—Lamont was awake.


    Relief swept through the medical wing like a breeze—finally, the tension that had gripped everyone loosened.


    Without wasting a moment, Glenn informed Lamont that it was N who had sought out the Healer and convinced her to perform the operation.


    Lamont had always held N in high esteem, and this only deepened his respect.


    Glenn said, “Deputy Commander Aston, we truly owe everything to N. No one else could have brought the Healer here. N is extraordinary, and the future of the Base Medical Center is secure in her hands.”


    Following the operation, Lamont showed marked improvement. Barely a day out of surgery, his voice had returned, and he was able to speak clearly. Fixing his gaze on N, he spoke with quiet weight, “You saved my life. Just say what you want.”


    A thrill stirred in N’s chest, though her expression remained poised and measured. Next to Commander Rayne, Lamont was the highest authority on base. Now indebted to her, he would likely grant any request she made. The timing was perfect.


    With a modest smile, N responded, “Deputy Commander Aston, I was only fulfilling my duty. Healing people is why I’m here.”


    That answer only deepened Lamont’s admiration. “You’re disciplined, modest, and remarkably skilled,” he said. “Still, I owe you, and I mean to repay it. Just say the word.”


    Although N already held the title of deputy director, any attempt to take on the role of director would spark unnecessary conflict. She had already considered what she wanted. A sharp glint lit her eyes as she answered, “I’d like to be assigned to the research institute as its medical officer.”


    Lamont was taken aback. “A medical officer?”


    No one could deny how demanding the position was—yet N had willingly stepped into the fire.


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    Shock rippled through the room, and Glenn mirrored Lamont’s disbelief. He leaned forward, trying to reason with her. “N, the medical officer’s role is physically and mentally demanding. Are you absolutely certain this is the path you want?”


    Glenn was baffled. As the deputy director, N could have easily kept her hands clean. She wasn’t expected to take on front-line duties.


    But N stood firm, not a hint of hesitation in her stance. “We’ve just onboarded an influx of researchers, and there’s only one medical officer. I can’t sit back while the institute is understaffed. It’s my duty to act.” Her words were crisp, her tone resolute. There was no room for doubt.


    Glenn offered her a slow nod, pride glowing in his expression. “I knew I wasn’t wrong about you. You truly are an outstanding doctor. I can step down with peace of mind, knowing the medical center is in good hands.”


    Lamont’s demeanor shifted, a flicker of admiration crossing his face. “Spoken like a true protégé of the Healer. Very well—you have my approval.”


    But beneath N’sposed facade, a single motive simmered quietly. None of them knew that every step she took was calcted, solely for Wesley. Taking on the medical officer position wasn’t just about duty. It would give her more opportunities to be around him, and in her mind, that was all she needed. With time, she was certain he would fall for her. Wesley, ruler of the Spencer Group and the most influential figure in the, wasn’t just a man to N. He was a doorway to power, status, andplete autonomy. If she became his wife, no one—not even Commander Rayne—could tell her what to do. That thought alone made something sharp gleam in her eyes.


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