Landon couldn't have been happier with the sudden shift in public opinion.
Who cared if Maeve had Andres backing her?
The crowd wasn't blind.
They had seen Natalia perform a miracle with their own eyes.
They had watched Leonardo wake up from a coma under her care.
Manufacturing miracles when none existed was Landon's specialty.
"Be reasonable, Maeve. Don't let your desperate ignorance turn you into a laughingstock."
He smoothly turned back to Leonardo.
"Mr. Salazar, do you believe Natalia is qualified to treat you?"
Leonardo was silent.
He had just regained consciousness and was immediately bombarded with chaotic information. His mind was still spinning.
Landon pushed harder, striking while the iron was hot.
"If you're willing, let's find a quiet place right now. Natalia can completely eradicate the root of your illness."
He was absolutely determined to cement Natalia's reputation and lock down this powerful alliance today.
The phrase "eradicate the root of your illness" struck a powerful chord in Leonardo's mind.
He had been sick for so long. So long that he was convinced he wouldn't live to see his thirtieth birthday.
If there was even a fraction of a chance for survival, he couldn't afford to let it slip away.
Yet, Andres's warning echoed ominously in his ears.
The most powerful man in Gotham had sworn she was a fake.
But when the needles pierced his skin, Leonardo had genuinely felt life surging back into his exhausted body.
Who was he supposed to trust?
Natalia turned up the charm, fueling his desperation.
"Just seven sessions with me, Mr. Salazar. Give me seven sessions, and I promise you will be in the best health of your life."
Maeve refused to let them win.
"You still can't name his actual condition. Where do you get the nerve to make promises you can't keep?"

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