She was exquisitely beautiful, with an air of quiet sophistication that was incredibly calming. This girl... wouldn''t she be a perfect match for her good-for-nothing


    grandson?


    "The needles can be removed in two hours," Juniper reminded them as she organized her backpack.


    "They have to stay in that long?" The old woman''s eyes twinkled, her expression turning grandmotherly. "Would it be convenient for you toe home with us? That way, our family can thank you properly."


    Juniper nced at the time. It was almost six. If she was toote, Saskia would


    worry.


    "I''m sorry, I have other ns,” she said, shaking her head.


    “Oh, I see.” The old woman looked disappointed but didn''t want to impose. She quickly thought of another solution. "Well, then let me get your number. That way I can arrange to return your needles."


    Another person asking for her number? Juniper frowned. It seemed to be happening a lottely.


    But the needles were important. They were made of a special material, impossible to rece.


    "All right," she agreed, concerned about getting her needles back. She and the old woman exchanged contact information.


    After giving a few more brief instructions, Juniper gave a slight nod and boarded the bus.


    As the bus pulled away, the old woman watched it go, a wistful look on her face. Then she remembered to call her grandson. "Shanley, we found your grandfather. He was lucky. A young girl who knows medicine saved him. He''s fine now."


    "That''s good to hear." Shanley rubbed his temples, a weight lifting from his chest.


    "I''ve been around traditional medicine for years, and I know what I saw. That girl is an absolute master."


    "Is she?" Shanley rxed, leaning back against the car seat as he resumed typing on hisptop. "Make sure you thank her properly."


    "Of course, we will," Hannah said, pausing for a moment before her tone turned sly. “Actually, I''ll send you her contact info. You should add her and ask her out to dinner."


    Shanley knew exactly what his grandmother was up to. He stopped typing, his eyes darkening. “That''s enough, Grandma. Stop meddling. I promise I''ll bring a girlfriend home within a year."


    What did he mean by that? He''d been single for nearly thirty years and was just on a blind date a few days ago. Now he suddenly had someone he liked? He was probably just saying that to get them off his back.


    "Don''t you try to fool me!" Hannah huffed. "You don''t understand. This young doctor is just wonderful-she''s polite, beautiful, and isn''t motivated by money. She has this incredible grace about her. Trust me, if you met her, you would absolutely love her."


    If they could just chat, and if they hit it off...


    Oh, the more Hannah thought about it, the more excited she became.


    Polite and beautiful girl? Shanley''s mind involuntarily conjured the image of a certain defiant figure. Beautiful, yes. Polite... that was debatable.


    "Alright, Grandma. I''lle see you and Grandpa tonight." Shanley pinched the bridge of his nose, eager to end the conversation. He used the excuse of a work emergency and quickly hung up.


    After ending the call, Shanley raised azy eyebrow and nced at Felton in the driver''s seat. "Any news from J-Five?"


    "She declined, Boss."


    Five was a legendary figure in the jewelry design world, specializing in bespoke pieces. Her designs were highly sought after by socialites and wealthy matriarchs. Unfortunately, she was notoriously low-key and only eptedmissions when the mood struck.


    His boss had offered an eight-figure sum for a custom piece for Hannah, but even that had been rejected.


    "Did you increase the offer?" Shanley''s brows furrowed, a hint of frustration clouding his handsome features.


    “We did,” Felton answered honestly. "The designer''s response was, er, that she''s not short on that kind of pocket change."


    Eight figures was pocket change? Cocky!