NovelUpdateChapter 767: Rumors had long whispered that Nigel had taken only one apprentice in his lifetime—one he cherished beyond measure, to whom he had imparted all his knowledge without reserve.
No one had ever imagined that apprentice to be Corrine.
Shock rippled through Rollins, his disbelief clear as he stared at her. No wonder she had carried herself with such quiet confidence-she had been personally trained by Nigel himself.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut... she was so young. If the timeline added up, she must have been barely a teenager when she began learning from him.
Noticing Rollins' astonishment, one of the bystanders clapped him on the shoulder, speaking in a tone of earnest conviction. "Don't let her age deceive you. Her skills speak for themselves—otherwise, Nigel would never have taken her under his wing." In the orthopedics department, Corrine had always been held in high regard—not just for her remarkable intellect and steady hands but also for her grace and warmth. She was the kind of person people naturally gravitated toward.
"You should be grateful for her help instead of trying to humiliate her in public," the hospital director said, his voice firm yet composed. He patted Rollins on the shoulder. "You owe her an apology." Rollins averted his gaze, his expression clouded with emotions too complex to decipher.
Just then, Jules approached them, flanked by several uniformed officers.
The moment his eyes landed on Corrine, he strode toward her with urgency. "Everything alright?" Corrine nodded.
"Corrine, we owe you for today," said the captain, Jules' former superior. "We couldn't have solved this without you." Having met her through Jules on several occasions, he had cto respect her deeply.
Corrine smiled, her tone light. "It was nothing." "Since we're all here, why not share a meal?" The captain glanced at Nigel for approval.
Nigel turned to Corrine. "Corrine, it's been years. Will you joinfor a meal?" She nodded respectfully. "Of course." At Gourmet Spot...
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A sleek black luxury car glided to a stop at the entrance, its polished exterior gleaming Linder the sunlight.
Passersby stole quick glances, curiosity piqued. Corrine was the first to step out.
The driver promptly moved to the other side, opening the door for Nigel. Corrine quickly approached, assisting her mentor into his wheelchair with practiced ease.
Their small entourage exited the other vehicles, their presence commanding quietXOоч reverence-onlookers dared not stare too long, sensing the unspoken authority among them.
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