Lucifer closed the file, the corner of his mouth hooked into a devilishly cruel arc, "Notify the bank, if the impostor is still so impatient, let her present 10 fingerprints and iris recognition. Both are indispensable."

Cecilia Branford’s immense wealth, enough to rival a country, naturally, the bank dared not show a shred of negligence.

Ordinary people only need to present one fingerprint, and for huge amounts, it’s just a total of six fingerprints from the thumbs and index fingers of both hands. Cecilia requires not only ten fingerprints but also iris recognition, both verifications, neither is dispensable.

If any step goes wrong, the bank has the authority to stop processing any transactions for her.

No matter how ambitious the impostor is, she’ll be stuck at the bank.

Even if she’s only planning to break it down into small transfers now.

Leo immediately called the presidents of major banks, while Lucifer leaned against the head of the bed, feeling increasingly better over the past two days.

He looked at his attendant, "Call the doctor."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The attendant immediately summoned the doctor, who thought Lucifer was unwell. Seeing his calm demeanor, the doctor relaxed a little, "Your Highness Lucifer, what can I do for you?"

"Doctor," Lucifer’s voice was mild, with a hint of helplessness, "Can I be discharged now?"

"This... you still need to rest for a period of time."

"But I can’t wait any longer, what should I do?"

He couldn’t wait to see his Cecilia any longer. If he stayed any longer, he would go crazy.

Longing is truly a bittersweet and painful illness...

"Your Highness Lucifer, you can’t be discharged for now. You must rest for a period of time. If your body hasn’t fully recovered and you insist on being discharged, the consequences are unforeseeable and immeasurable. Please make sure to stay and recuperate." The doctor pleaded earnestly, almost begging him not to act rashly.

Lucifer picked up the water cup from the bedside table and took a sip of water. His scarlet thin lips gained a glossy sheen, "Just tell me how many more days at least."

"Your Highness Lucifer, at least half a month more..."

"Hmm?"

"If you’re eager to leave, you at least need one week’s time of observation."

"Doctor, what if I say my patience can only last for three days?" Lucifer chuckled, his smile devilishly seductive, carrying an enchanting allure.

Amidst the charm, there was a hint of danger.

Just like in a hallucinogenic forest, the smoke-filled toxic barrier, which could take one’s life in an instant.

The doctor suddenly lowered his head, even his voice changed, "Your Highness Lucifer, three days later, you want to be discharged... it’s not impossible, but you’ll need a doctor to accompany you to ensure your health."

Lucifer chuckled softly and nodded, the hostility subsided, "Of course."

Three days... 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Three days later, he would be able to see his Cecilia.

The thought was truly exhilarating.

This would be the first time he saw her since regaining his health.

...

Sophie Sullivan had been running to the medical office constantly over the past two days. Thomas Shannon had no idea if she was looking for George Stanford or Angus, or if she was visiting Fluffy Zane.

With official business keeping him busy, Thomas Shannon’s time was mostly occupied by work, leaving him little time to worry about her.

As long as she stayed well-behaved inside the manor, without thinking of escaping again, it was fine.

At the K Group Headquarters, in the First Conference Room.

The lengthy meeting finally ended.

After the meeting adjourned, it was already past 1 p.m.

Charlie River immediately had lunch prepared and sent to Thomas Shannon’s office. Thomas Shannon took out his mobile phone and called Sophie Sullivan.