?<strong>Chapter 984:</strong>


    She hesitated and said, “Sir, you can wait in the waiting area.”


    “No,” Ken immediately refused, his tone sharp and rude. “I’m supervising this myself. If the doctor’s design for her nose isn’t good, we won’t do it here!”


    “What?” the staff member asked, puzzled. “Isn’t she the one getting the surgery?”


    Allison’s voice grew softer. “Yes, but I’m doing this for my boyfriend. He thinks my nose isn’t good enough, so he wants it to be more defined.” She then gave a bright, hopeful smile. “I also hope that after the surgery, I’ll be more in sync with him.”


    The staff member paused for a moment. “I understand.” What a shame.


    She was clearly so beautiful, yet she was criticized by a man. The female staff member couldn’t help but think that the masked man was probably the one who needed surgery.


    Ken spoke up, clearly frustrated. “Stop dragging this out. If the surgery’s a failure, don’t me me for breaking up with you.”


    Allison clung to his arm, looking desperate.


    “Please don’t leave me. I’ll make sure the doctor does a great job!” The staff member could tell that Allison waspletely head over heels.


    “Alright, sir, you cane along too.”


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    Ken ran his hand roughly through his hair. “Hurry up, I don’t have all day.”


    “Understood.” The staff member nodded and led them to the third floor.


    When they arrived, Allison noticed therge sign on the door that read “VIP Consultation Room.”


    Allison blinked. “We’re not VIP members. Can we still be seen here?”


    “Of course, Ms. rke,” the staff member replied. “Considering your stunning natural features, we’re making an exception and offering you VIP treatment.”


    The staff member knocked on the door and entered, handing the documents to the doctor.


    She spoke quietly. “This client is a bit unusual. Please be prepared.” With that, the staff member left the room.


    “Alright,” the stic surgeon muttered, not taking her warning seriously.


    He had dealt with all kinds of clients.


    No matter how unattractive someone was, he always knew how to offer them hope.


    But when he looked up at Allison, words got stuck in his throat. He couldn’t help but double-check the form to make sure she was actually there for surgery.


    Trying to hide his excitement, he quickly sent a message. “I’ve got a top-tier client today!”


    “Doctor?” Allison asked, her voice uncertain. “Do you have a moment?”


    “Yes, absolutely,” the doctor said with a friendly smile. “Come in and take a seat.”


    “Okay.” Allison sat down in the chair across from him.


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