Seraphina’s eyes narrowed, the confidence returning to her stance as she crossed her arms, trying to reclaim control of the situation. “Mr., I don’t know who you are, but I must tell you who I am,” she began, her voice cold and authoritative. “I am the CEO of this hospital. Do you get it?”
Ivan didn’t flinch, his expression indifferent. “So?” he replied, his tone flat.
Seraphina’s eyes flashed, and she stepped forward, trying to impose her authority. “You must know this is a military hospital,” she said, her voice sharp. “Not your private playground. You can’t do anything openly here.”
Ivan’s lips curved into a smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes. “I get it,” he said calmly. “That’s why I’m taking my leave—with Arisha and Sisi.” His voice was casual, as if he were discussing the weath
