His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 88

The screen displayed an equipment manifest—the NeuroScan Pro. It was the latest neural feedback assessment scanner, having just received clinical certification in Switzerland this year. Released in heavily limited quantities globally, absolutely zero clinics in their country had managed to acquire one yet.

"Apologize, and this machine will be delivered to your clinic next week."

Virginia stared at the screen, refusing to take the phone. Her hands clenched into fists, her voice laced with absolute ice. "And if I refuse?"

Archer pulled his phone back, his tone flat and unyielding.

"You know how this works better than I do. Once the public outrage hits the industry level, the board will launch a formal review of your medical license. Do I really need to remind you of what happened five years ago?"

Five years ago...

Virginia's hands clenched brutally tight.

It was the exact same playbook. Chloe had weaponized her fans to ruthlessly cyberbully her, leading to her being summoned by the hospital board, suspended, and ultimately fired.

The cruelest irony was that she only discovered the truth at the very end—the mastermind pulling the strings behind the hospital board was him.

For Chloe's sake, Archer hadn't hesitated to exploit the Vanderbilt family's massive influence in the medical sector to strike Virginia's name from the psychiatric department's promotion list.

His excuse back then was exactly the same as it was today: "She's sick. Why are you even fighting her on this?"

Virginia lowered her eyelashes and forced a smile, though the amusement never reached her eyes.

The sharp, sterile scent of bleach in the hospital room burned her nose, making her eyes sting terribly.

After a long silence, a voice as fragile as a whisper broke the quiet. "Fine. I'll apologize."

Archer flinched slightly, clearly not expecting her to surrender so easily.

"Mr. Vanderbilt, I'm perfectly fine now. Thank you for saving me today."

Without sparing him another glance, Virginia pulled her scarf tight, grabbed her tote bag, and spoke with a terrifyingly distant coldness.

Archer's gaze lingered on her retreating back for several seconds. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Pressing his lips into a tight line, he turned and strode out the door.

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