She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 249

“I’ll get rid of Loyce for you,” Sapphire said, “and you’ll give me five percent equity in your medical company.”

“You’ve got a lot of nerve!” Gavin exclaimed.

Sapphire pulled a contract from her purse and handed it to him. “Sign the agreement. It will take effect upon Loyce’s death.”

Gavin scanned the contract, then looked back at Sapphire with a smirk. “You’ve really come prepared. You even want a job at my company?”

“I won’t be fooled by you a second time.” A faint smile touched Sapphire’s lips as she offered him a pen. “Loyce kicked me out of the hospital. If I don’t find a more respectable job, I’ll be the laughingstock of my social circle. You know how much I care about my reputation.”

Gavin paused for a moment. Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, he grabbed her wrist, took the pen, and said, “Fine.”

With a flourish, he signed his name and tossed the contract back to her. “But I can’t give you a technical position.”

“I don’t want one,” Sapphire replied. “You just need to make sure everyone in the company knows I got the job because of you.”

All she wanted was a title, a request Gavin easily granted. But as he watched her leave, a dark glint flashed in his eyes.

The woman beside him stirred. “Are you really giving her shares?”

Gavin sneered. “She’s just an idiot who thinks she’s clever.”

Outside the mansion, Sapphire paused and looked back into the darkness. Her eyes, like those of a vengeful specter, were fixed on the lit bedroom window above.

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Blossom Hospital was expanding, looking to hire nearly a hundred new staff, including nurses. While Loyce would personally interview all physician candidates, the final decisions for support staff like nurses and orderlies were left to the pharmacists from Blossom Drugstore.

There were three rounds of final interviews. One of them was a special session Loyce had arranged exclusively for the veterans Lucian had mentioned, as their unique circumstances required a more personal approach.

This morning was for the nurse interviews, and the afternoon was reserved for the veterans.

Quiana had applied for a nursing internship at Walsh Hospital for her winter break. With the Sampson family’s decline, their cash flow had dried up and their network had vanished. The only thing keeping them afloat was the mysterious doctor who had bought nearly seventy percent of their family’s shares but had never shown their face.

A faint smell of medicinal herbs mixed with a salty, sea-breeze scent emanated from them, making Quiana wrinkle her nose and subtly shift away.

“Chester, are you really going to go through with it?” a man with a scar on his face asked in a low voice.

“I have to,” the man called Chester sighed, flexing his maimed right hand. “My wife’s illness can’t wait, and the medical benefits Blossom Hospital is offering are way better than the government subsidies.”

“But with our bodies… can we really do it?” a woman with a limp added with a wry smile. “We learned everything we know saving lives out on the sea. We don’t have any fancy degrees. The young doctors in there will probably look down on us.”

“Look down on us?” the scarred man sneered. “Back then, we saved countless people at sea with no equipment and no medicine. And now a bunch of greenhorns who’ve never even seen real blood are going to judge us?”

“And the pay is thirty percent higher than a regular doctor’s. I think it’s a great deal. Besides, the equipment they have now is far more advanced than what we had. The work should be easier.”

“I’m just worried people will think I’m unprofessional because of how I look,” another chimed in. “We’ve been out of work for years. I’m not even sure I can hold a scalpel steady anymore.”

Listening to them, Quiana couldn’t help but smirk. "A bunch of cripples getting in through the back door?”