When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 61: Wearing a Fake Diamond Ring Is Too Hypocritical
The Evergrow Group’s office building soared into the clouds, offering a panoramic view of the bustling prosperity of Valoria.
Joy Coleman pressed herself against one side of the elevator, standing in the corner and watching the floor numbers change.
The closer she got to the top floor, the more nervous she became, her heart pounding in her throat.
’The President isn’t planning to punish me, is he?’
Just yesterday, she had seen the President in a private room with over a dozen women, and now, as soon as she’d gotten to work, he’d sent Assistant Joyce to the legal department to haul her upstairs.
’And Luna... I wonder how she’s doing.’
’I messaged her this morning, but she still hasn’t replied.’
DING~
The elevator doors opened. Joy Coleman felt a thin layer of sweat break out on her back, her knees feeling weak.
"Attorney Coleman, this way, please." Kyle Joyce led her toward the President’s office.
This was the first time Joy Coleman had bypassed the twenty-odd floors in the middle of Evergrow to go straight to the President’s office.
Kyle Joyce pushed open the door. "The President is waiting for you inside."
Inside the spacious office, the President stood before a massive window, his back to the door.
His aura was so powerful it was overwhelming, as if the entirety of Valoria lay within his grasp.
Joy Coleman unconsciously swallowed and took a few stiff steps forward before stopping.
Her voice came out stiff and wooden. "Hello, Mr. President."
Blaze Fairchild turned, his gaze sweeping over Joy Coleman with faint indifference.
Joy Coleman lowered her head, not daring to look at him, her rapid heartbeat pounding against her eardrums.
"Have you found a place yet?"
"I’ve narrowed down the area, but I haven’t decided on a specific one yet," Joy Coleman answered truthfully.
"You’re Luna’s only friend. If you need anything, you can come directly to me."
Joy Coleman was puzzled by his words.
’What does the President mean by this?’
’Didn’t he call me up here to settle the score?’
’He wants to help me?’
’Because of Luna?’
A million questions swirled in Joy Coleman’s mind. "Thank you, Mr. President."
"What are your plans for after your internship?"
"I’m aiming to stay on at Evergrow Group. If that’s not possible, I’ll find another job and continue living in Valoria."
This was exactly the answer Blaze Fairchild wanted.
"Since you plan on staying at Evergrow... while a bachelor’s degree is a little on the low side, experience is also crucial in today’s job market. If you can prove you can work independently and build a solid track record, staying at Evergrow won’t be a problem."
Joy Coleman raised an eyebrow. ’The President is giving me special treatment!’
’What legal intern gets to manage a case by themselves? The senior attorneys would never dare let them off the leash.’
’But the President has a point.’
’If I have experience others don’t, that will be my competitive edge.’
’The President really knows how to pull people’s strings. The offer is so tempting, I have to bow my proud head.’
’Luna, at Evergrow Group, I’ll ride the President’s coattails and make a fortune.’
’But when it comes to personal matters, I’ll always have your back.’
Having made the decision to keep her professional and private lives separate, she looked up at the President with determination and spoke in a tone of fearless resolve:
"Mr. President, what do you need me to do? Just give the word."
Blaze Fairchild saw the internal struggle in her eyes. ’She’s ambitious and straightforward,’ he noted.
"Mr. Kingston has a short-form drama project. I’m putting you in charge of the legal aspects. I’ll speak to your superior and have him oversee your work. You can go to him with any questions."
Joy Coleman stood stunned for a moment, then bowed a full ninety degrees. "Yes, Mr. President."
Blaze Fairchild added, "Kyle Joyce will give you the relevant files."
"Understood, Mr. President."
As Blaze Fairchild watched her bow another ninety degrees, his eye twitched.
’How did someone with Joy Coleman’s uninhibited and adaptable personality ever become friends with Luna?’
Kyle Joyce was already waiting at the door for Joy Coleman and led her away.
Blaze Fairchild picked up the phone on his desk and called Wyatt Kingston.
"Well, if it isn’t the great President Fairchild. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Wyatt Kingston’s languid, hoarse voice came through the phone. He clearly hadn’t gotten out of bed yet.
"I’ve assigned someone for you. She’s a friend of Luna’s, so don’t give her too hard a time."
Wyatt Kingston’s brain hadn’t fully booted up yet. "What person? Who’s Luna?"
"The lawyer you asked for."
With that, Blaze Fairchild hung up.
Sending Joy Coleman to Wyatt Kingston served two purposes. First, it would add a significant line to her resume, making it easier for her to stay at Evergrow Group.
Second, since Joy Coleman would be handling the legal work for the short-form drama, she would undoubtedly talk to Luna, which would lend more credibility to the explanation he’d given yesterday.
Clutching the heavy stack of files, Joy Coleman completely forgot her earlier nervousness, biting her lip to suppress her excitement.
’Thanks to Luna, I’ve managed to get on the President’s good side.’
’But whether I can stay depends on my own abilities and achievements.’
’One day, I’ll wear perfectly pressed suits, put on my favorite lipstick, and stride through the halls of Evergrow Group in high heels, just like the senior attorneys.’
’You’ve got this, Joy Coleman.’
She checked her phone again. Still no reply from Luna.
’I’ll just wait until after work to call Luna and see how she’s doing.’
Joy Coleman put her phone away, opened the files she’d been given, and got to work.
「Concordia Medical Hall」
There was an hour-long break for lunch and rest at noon.
Concordia Medical Hall had a small cafeteria where everyone gathered to eat.
In the presence of three titans of the medical world, the interns were all reserved, silently eating with their heads bowed.
"How are Cole’s and Yates’s case notes coming along?" Theodore Frost asked, eager to gauge the interns’ skill levels.
Ethan Frost put down his chopsticks and replied, "Coleman is in the Traditional Chinese Medicine program, so his notes are all recorded in the standard TCM format."
Theodore Frost understood. ’Meaning, he isn’t using Concordia Medical Hall’s preferred format.’
He then looked to his son, Mason Frost. "What about Yates?"
Mason Frost had studied traditional Chinese medicine since childhood and majored in integrated Chinese-Western medicine in college. His thinking therefore combined both disciplines, and when it came to writing case notes, he leaned toward clinical practicality.
But Eliana Yates had never written a clinical case file before. Even with a template, she couldn’t grasp the key points.
It was only her first day, and he didn’t want to crush her confidence, so he said diplomatically:
"Yates is doing alright, but her fundamentals are a little weak. She can’t recall some of the formulas from memory, so her notes are incomplete."
"Now that you’re all interning here, when you identify a problem, you must promptly address your shortcomings," Theodore Frost concluded.
The three interns were all adults; they didn’t need to be constantly lectured like high school students.
But Theodore Frost held medicine in high esteem and always hoped each new generation would surpass the last, so he couldn’t help but say a few extra words.
Luna Axton and Paige both nodded, indicating they would follow his advice.
Only Eliana Yates shot a malicious glance at Luna Axton and asked directly, "And how is the student under Academician Frost’s guidance?"
’Both my major and the male intern’s are related to traditional Chinese medicine. There’s no way Luna Axton, from the clinical program, can be better than me.’
At the mention of Luna Axton, Theodore Frost’s face lit up, his words filled with satisfaction.
"Luna came thoroughly prepared. She knows the principles of formula modification by heart, and she’s writing her consultation notes exactly as required. If you’re interested, you can go look through the records in my consultation room."
Hearing this, Eliana Yates scornfully rolled her eyes, the corners of her thin lips curling in disdain.
The studious Paige shoveled down her food. "I’ll go take a look and learn from them as soon as I’m done eating."
"Exactly. One must maintain a sense of curiosity throughout life, constantly learning and improving." Theodore Frost was very pleased with Paige’s response.
"The case files are posted on the wall precisely so that you can study Concordia Medical Hall’s notation style in your downtime. It will help you organize and summarize during your internship."
Unlike the standardized files used in hospitals, Concordia Medical Hall’s case files also had to be uploaded to the healthcare system.
The format they had developed themselves was more rigorous and clear at a glance, making it easier for colleagues to review and discuss cases.
After lunch, Paige peppered Luna Axton with questions about her morning’s work and the issues with her note-taking, leaving Luna with almost no time to rest.
Eliana Yates, meanwhile, sat in the locker room, editing a video on her phone.
’I’ll post half of it first to create some suspense and get people curious.’
’This afternoon, I’ll find a chance to film the ring on Luna Axton’s finger. I have to make her suffer a complete social death online.’
’Hmph. Wearing a fake diamond ring... so pathetic and fake.’
The one-hour lunch break wasn’t really that long.
Patients streamed in endlessly, and Luna Axton soon threw herself back into her work.
Academician Frost’s praise at the lunch table had made her happy, motivating her to be even more diligent with her afternoon tasks.
At one point, Eliana Yates came over to discuss her notes and asked to borrow a pen. Luna had a spare, so she gave one to her.
The first day of the internship passed in a flurry of intense concentration.
At five o’clock, only the doctor on duty remained, while the others began to leave for the day.
Luna Axton tidied up Academician Frost’s consultation room and prepared to head home.
Just as she reached the courtyard, she saw a car parked outside the main entrance of Concordia Medical Hall. The driver from the Fairchild Estate was standing beside it.
The driver saw her and was just about to call out "Young Madam."
But just then, Ethan Frost called out to her, "Luna Axton."
She had to pull her gaze away and look at Ethan Frost. "Assistant Frost, what is it?"
