Chapter 47- Alvian’s Luck
"Have you seen this morning’s events?" one of the nurses inquired as both of them, holding a tray with surgical equipment, made their way toward the lift.
Their eyes were clearly filled with gossip and curiosity as one of them mentioned the events of the morning.
"You mean the heir of the Blac family hitting the Dean?" As if the whole event had circulated among everyone equally, the other nurse was well aware of it and immediately recognized the event she was talking about.
With an affirmative nod toward each other, both arrived outside the lift, whose doors slowly slid open.
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"Oh, h-hello," one of them gasped, looking ahead at a handsome man wearing a shirt with his suit draped over his shoulder, looking at them with a smile that, rather than genuine, carried a hint of flirtation as he gazed down at the tray in their hands.
"Nice to meet you," Cruxius said as he moved, exiting the lift. He reached toward the tray and lifted a small surgical knife that resembled a blade.
He winked, and his breath brushed against the neck of the nurse, who momentarily met his gaze.
"W-wait, that is—" The other person was about to call out to the man, whose back was now turned toward them as he distanced himself, waving casually, as if trying to act like the protagonist of some story moving away from an explosion.
However, before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by her fellow, who seemed completely mesmerized by the man’s charm.
Naturally, he was undeniably handsome, but not someone who would make them lose their minds or anything.