?<strong>Chapter 983:</strong>


    They reached the beauty clinic’s entrance quickly.


    Allison nced up and took in the building. It wasn’t just a beauty clinic; it was arge stic surgery hospital. The sharp, clean lines of the design gave it an air of trustworthiness.


    Before they entered the hospital, Allison turned to Ken and asked, “Are you familiar with PUA tactics, Mr. Lloyd?”


    “Yes,” Ken replied with a sigh. “You want me to act like a controlling partner, don’t you?”


    Allison blinked, then said, “We don’t have any other choice.”


    Ken smirked. “So, what’s my reward afterward, Allison?”


    “We’ll y some of your favorite games,” she replied.


    Ken drifted into a memory. His face, usually so nk, suddenly warmed. He couldn’t help but think back to the secrets Allison had uncovered in the forbidden area before.


    “Let’s go,” he said.


    They changed their attitudes and walked into the stic surgery hospital.


    Allison acted shy and uncertain as she made her way to the reception desk.


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    With a nervous tone, she asked, “Excuse me, do you offer stic surgery here?”


    The receptionist seemed surprised when she saw Allison.


    After all, Allison’s features were wless. She clearly didn’t need any surgery at all.


    The man behind her, wearing a mask, looked impatient.


    “Come on, hurry up! Don’t waste my time!”


    The receptionist frowned. “So, which one of you is here for surgery?”


    Allison feigned embarrassment and pointed to herself.


    “Me,” Allison said quietly, her voice soft and shy. “My nose isn’t defined enough. I want it to look sharper.”


    The staff member stared at her nose in disbelief.


    It was already perfect, even better than the clinic’s model examples!


    At the desk, the two women behind the counter exchanged looks.


    They had no reason to turn away a customer.


    “Of course, we’ll get a doctor for you right away.” The staff member smiled at Allison. “Miss, please fill out this form first.”


    Allison filled out the form quickly, though most of the details were fake.


    She handed it back to the staff member without hesitation. “Here you go.”


    “Alright, Ms. rke, we’ll take you to see the facial analysis specialist.”


    After she spoke, the staff member nced at Ken, who had followed them.


    His presence was intimidating.


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