Vivian shot Derek a look, half amused, half cold.
Every time she’d shown up as the mysterious doctor before, she wore a mask and used a voice changer.
So Derek not recognizing her? Totally expected.
“In Serica, it’s best to keep a low profile… unless you’re asking for trouble.”
Vivian smirked, finished her sentence, and got into the car with a clean, no-nonsense move. Door shut, no hesitation.
Derek stood there, watching the luxury stretch limo disappear into the distance. His stomach dropped like a rock.
Wait a sec—was that girl the legendary doctor’s last apprentice?
Or… part of the J League?
Derek’s face instantly went pale.
Screwed. Totally screwed.
The second Vivian slid into the car, Alexander pulled her close.
With a slightly chastising tilt of his
