Chapter 11
Avery was moved by the thought of saving hundreds of children and elderly patients. She couldn't ignore an act like that. Closing the medical report, she asked, "Where is he now?"
Two minutes later, Avery found herself in the first-floor reception room, facing none other than the legendary Alexander Moran. She couldn't help but think, "Is that really him? He's even more striking in person. And he looks so damn young!"
Avery noted that he seemed only three or four years older than her, yet there was something about him—an air of authority, a blend of maturity and calmness—that made him seem older than his years. "But seriously, why the hell is he wearing a bucket hat indoors in the middle of summer?" she thought, amused by his odd choice.
Meanwhile, Alexander was sizing her up, too, his gaze steady and appraising. Up close, Avery was even more stunning. Her delicate features were paired with flawless, glowing skin. Her large eyes, framed by long lashes, were bright and expressive, giving her a feline-like grace. A smooth forehead, a perfectly sculpted nose, and full, rosy lips completed her striking appearance.
Every detail of her beauty was flawless, and Alexander finally understood why Louis had always sung her praises. Louis wasn't exaggerating.
Their eyes locked in an intense stare, neither of them blinking, like two deer caught in headlights. The moment seemed to drag on until Louis quietly appeared with two glasses of water, clearing his throat just loud enough to snap them out of it.
Alexander's voice was calm and polite, but with an edge that hinted he wasn't someone you'd want to mess with. "Nice to meet you, Miss Carter. Please, have a seat," he said.
Avery blinked and mumbled, "Thank you," before sitting across from him at the conference table. Alexander mirrored her, taking his seat with the same composed demeanor. Louis set a glass of water in front of each of them before retreating to the corner, standing there like some sort of silent bodyguard.
Alexander's eyes were fixed on Avery's, calm and sharp.
"Miss Carter," Alexander began, his tone measured and deliberate, "I understand that Dr. Annie mentioned you should contact her if your grandmother had any post-surgery concerns. I'd like to ask if you could contact her on my behalf and see if she'd be willing to treat my sister."
Alexander recalled the hospital staff mentioning that Dr. Annie had personally reached out to perform surgery on Avery's grandmother. Though the reasons were unclear, he suspected Avery's connection with Annie might help.