Natalia asked, "Is he allergic to coffee?"
Chandler shook his head. "His health is fragile, but he has no known history of coffee allergies."
After checking his pulse, Natalia performed a swift, superficial examination.
Landon leaned in, his voice low. "What's wrong with him?"
Natalia's expression turned grave.
"My preliminary diagnosis is that he ingested a hidden allergen, which triggered acute anaphylaxis."
In full view of the eager crowd, Natalia pulled a slender wooden box from her designer bag.
Opening it, she revealed a pristine row of gleaming silver needles.
Someone in the crowd counted them with wide eyes.
"Exactly thirteen needles."
"Is she really the legendary Shadow Healer?"
Under the watchful gaze of the elite attendees, Natalia expertly inserted the needles into specific pressure points on Leonardo's body.
Roughly two minutes later, the unconscious billionaire began to stir.
His eyes fluttered open, and he stared at the crowd in a daze.
"What happened?"
Seeing his boss regain consciousness, a wave of immense relief washed over Chandler's face.
"Mr. Salazar, you collapsed. This young woman just brought you back from the brink."
"Mr. Hart says she's the Shadow Healer you've been looking for."
Leonardo studied Natalia with a mixture of awe and scrutiny.
Ignoring his intense gaze, Natalia remained focused, continuing her intricate needlework.
Landon stepped forward smoothly.
"I'm not sure if you remember me, Mr. Salazar. We've crossed paths in Aethelburg, though we were never formally introduced."
The Salazar family's political clout was legendary; their inner circle was practically impenetrable.
If Natalia hadn't given him this golden ticket, Landon knew he would never have stood a chance at securing their favor.
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