Trevon's eyes widened in surprise.
He couldn't understand what this woman was saying.
Had he time—traveled, or had she?
"A quack? Now?" Trevon scoffed dismissively. He didn't believe in such a thing.
"Ha. "
Selena's cold laugh was undisguised. He was pretending to be clueless right in front of her.
Oh, really? Her competitive spirit was roused. Fine, they'd sort this out properly.
"I genuinely wanted to cure Lottie, but while I was busy preparing for the surgery, Mr. Wagner was busy writing hit pieces about me overnight. I don't know what I did to displease you so much. You called me a quack, even bribed major media outlets to spread it… Mr. Wagner, I think our collaboration ends here. Let's not annoy each other anymore. "
Selena had stated the facts and felt a bit tired.
