The more Vinson thought about it, the deeper his regret grew.
He wanted to slap himself across the face.
"This competition no longer has any suspense." The head official stood at the podium, his voice trembling as he spoke into the microphone. "I declare that the new president of the International Medical Alliance is Charlotte."
Thunderous applause erupted across the venue.
The smiles on everyone's faces, however, were painfully forced.
The executives who had been badmouthing her just moments ago now kept their heads ducked down, terrified of being recognized and retaliated against later.
"Glenn, you are truly a lucky man!"
The very people who had ignored and mocked him earlier were now plastering on obsequious smiles. "With her at the helm, Kingswood University is going to be incredibly famous."
"Yeah," another executive chimed in with an awkward laugh. "We'll definitely have to collaborate more in the future."
"Glenn..."
"Don't... don't talk to me!"
Surrounded by brown-nosers, Glenn gripped the edge of the table, desperately trying to calm his racing heart.
Charlotte was Asclepius!
He was going to have to restructure his classes.
From now on, she should be at the podium lecturing, and he should be in the front row taking notes.
Hell, getting down on his knees to listen wouldn't even be an overreaction.
"What should we do with her?"
The host looked at Charlotte, asking tentatively.
She was just about to answer when Queenie, who had been sitting quietly in her seat, suddenly began to convulse violently.
A moment later, she collapsed heavily onto the floor.
Seeing this.
Charlotte frowned and moved to step forward.
"Lottie."
Just as she moved, a hand caught her wrist, and a familiar, comforting scent filled her senses.
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