Mia spoke in a condescending tone. She'd been in a foul mood lately, partly because her attempts to sabotage Tiffany had failed, and partly because her father had been perfunctory when she'd tried to leverage their family's influence against Tiffany. Mia suspected her father was preoccupied with something significant, but she never imagined he'd be duped by a liar.

Sneering, Mia ordered her servants, "Don't just gawk! Get that liar out!"

Before Tiffany could respond, June's face darkened. "Mr. Lee, my boss took time out of her busy schedule to visit. I hardly expected this attitude. We'll be leaving now." June opened the car door and nodded to Tiffany. "Boss, please."

Tiffany raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Mr. Lee," she said, "it seems you didn't invite me to save a life."

As Tiffany was about to enter the car, Conner trembled. He'd sent three invitations to Medicine Healer, doubling the reward each time, but without fully explaining his request. This young woman, however, had seen right through him. He couldn't doubt her.

Conner lunged forward, blocking the car door. Almost kneeling, he begged, "Miss Wood, I apologize! I'm so sorry! I didn't expect you to be so young. Please forgive me!"

He spoke the truth. Medicine Healer's master was legendary, shrouded in mystery, rarely seen. His initial skepticism had been reasonable.

The servants were stunned by Conner's humility. Mia exclaimed incredulously, "Dad? Are you crazy? They're liars!"

"Shut up!" Conner snapped, glaring at his daughter. "Aren't you going to apologize to Miss Wood?"

"I won't!" Mia fumed. She'd disliked Tiffany instantly, hating her with an inexplicable, visceral animosity. It felt like they were sworn enemies from a past life. Apologizing was impossible.

Knowing his daughter's stubbornness, Conner was about to dismiss it when June said calmly, "No need. I'll return the deposit. My boss won't accept the commission."

Tiffany was already in the car, her vengeful nature evident. She wouldn't easily forgive those who wronged her.

Conner, sweating with anxiety, gently coaxed his daughter. "Mia, just apologize. I'll make it up to you later."

Mia refused. Conner whispered, "Didn't you want to teach someone a lesson? Consider this my treat."

"Really?"

Achieving her goal, Mia reluctantly approached the car and mumbled, "I'm sorry."

Tiffany feigned deafness.

Mia gritted her teeth, finding both Jacqueline and Tiffany equally irritating. "I'M SORRY!" she repeated, louder this time.

Tiffany chuckled. "Alright. I'm not one to hold grudges. Miss Lee, I forgive you, since you've realized your mistake."

Mia seethed at her self-righteous words. You're exactly the kind of person who holds grudges! she thought. You said you forgive me, but you made me apologize!

Relieved, Conner ushered Tiffany into the villa.

Conner was Lovell City's most prominent real estate tycoon. His villa, with its expansive grounds, luxurious architecture, fountain, and sculptures, was the epitome of opulence. However, Tiffany, accustomed to the grandeur of Royal Bay, remained unimpressed.

Calmly, she took a seat in the opulent waiting room, its floral fragrance faint. June stood behind her. Tiffany crossed her legs and raised an eyebrow. "Let's get to the point. I'm very busy."

Conner dismissed the servants. Mia, however, insisted on staying. The butler explained, "Mr. Lee was diagnosed with liver cancer a few years ago. The treatments failed, and the doctor recently said he doesn't have much time left"

Mia panicked. "Dad, why didn't you tell me it was this serious?" She finally understood her father's actions.

Tiffany found Mia shrill and easily startled, a ruthless woman capable of violence. She impatiently dug her ears.

Conner hushed his daughter and asked Tiffany, "Miss Wood, do you have a solution?"

"It's just saving a life. No big deal," Tiffany yawned, displaying the casual confidence of a true expert.

Conner's eyes brightened. Tiffany glanced at June; a contract appeared on the table—a land transfer agreement for two mountains, to be relinquished by the Lee family unconditionally. A small bottle containing twelve pills sat beside it.

"One pill a month. If it doesn't work, come find me," Tiffany smiled, leaning back.

Conner remained skeptical until the butler whispered about the miraculous recovery of Mr. Hampton's nephew, a vegetative patient.

Conner's surprise was palpable. He had little reason to doubt her now, needing her help to save his life.

As Conner was about to sign, Mia protested, "No! We can't give her this land!"