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    “Miss Vettel, there are some things you might not be aware of. Dr. Mia is particrly known for her low profile—so much so that no one in Ansport even knows what she looks like.”


    Ailyn’s eyebrows twitched slightly in surprise.


    “No one knows what Dr. Mia looks like?” Ailyn asked, a wave of unease sweeping over her. If Tatiana couldn’t facilitate a meeting with Dr. Mia, her father’s illness…


    “That’s correct,” Tatiana replied.


    Being several years older than Ailyn, she could see that Ailynpletely believed her words. She shook her head lightly and added, “But if you’re truly determined, there’s a way you can meet her.”


    Ailyn’s eyes narrowed as she studied Tatiana.


    “Miss Fernandez, please tell me. If I manage to meet her, I’ll make sure you’re generously rewarded,” she said firmly.


    Tatiana waved dismissively. “Miss Vettel, you’re too polite. I’m only sharing this with you because I can see your interest in her is genuine. Not long ago, Mr. Damari Klein was critically ill—on the verge of death. But he miraculously recovered, and it’s rumored that Dr. Mia was the one who intervened. However, after his recovery, any trace of information about Dr. Mia was meticulously wiped out. If you’re serious about meeting her, you might want to visit the Klein family’s estate. They’re probably the only ones who can still get in touch with her.”


    “I see,” Ailyn replied, her mind already racing with the possibilities.


    After her meal with Tatiana, Ailyn returned to her hotel and shared what she had learned with the elders apanying her. After a thorough discussion, they reached a decision.


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    “We will investigate this matter and, at the same time, arrange a meeting with the current CEO of the Klein Group. He may truly have connections with Dr. Mia,” one of the elders said. Turning to Ailyn, he continued, “Ailyn, it’s crucial that our presence in Lorpond remains discreet. Over the next few days, focus on interacting with your business partners to divert any attention. We’ll notify you immediately if there’s any news.”


    “Okay,” Ailyn responded.


    With that, the brief meeting concluded, and Ailyn returned to her suite, apanied by Nathan.


    Nathan, ever meticulous, served her a cup of coffee and asked respectfully, “Miss Vettel, do you have any ns next?”


    Ailyn took a slow sip, her gaze contemtive. After a moment, she said, “Bring me my drawing board.”


    “Okay.”


    Ailyn opened the documents sent by Global Entertainment and Orly Company. After a quick nce, she pushed them aside with little interest.


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