How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 22

After parking his car, Yvan walked up to the dental department's front desk.

The receptionist looked up and her heart skipped a beat.

It was him—the devastatingly handsome man from last week.

"Hello, sir. Are you here for a dental appointment? Have you already checked in?" she asked, her smile radiant.

Yvan nodded, handing her his ID. "No, I haven't. Could you please schedule me in?"

"Do you have a specific doctor you'd like to see?" the young woman asked, taking his card. "Or should I just book you with whoever is available?"

Yvan paused for a moment. "I'd like to see Dr. Spencer."

"Of course, but Dr. Spencer has a lot of patients today, so the wait might be a little long."

"That's fine."

After getting his number, Yvan took a seat in the waiting area.

With his striking features, expensive clothes, and the subtle glint of a Patek Philippe on his wrist, he exuded a fatal charm.

Nearly every woman in the lobby found her eyes drifting toward him. A few girls even let out an excited squeal before quickly covering their mouths.

The receptionist at the front desk secretly snapped a photo of Yvan and sent it to her work group chat.

"There’s a super gorgeous guy in the lobby. To die for."

She followed it with a series of drooling emojis.

She specifically tagged Winifred. "Dr. Spencer, you’re so lucky! It’s your patient from last time."

Of course, Winifred was too busy to check her phone, so she had no idea that Yvan had requested her again.

Thinking he hadn't heard her, the woman repeated her question. But Yvan remained perfectly still.

The woman felt a flush of embarrassment but wasn't ready to give up.

A man that handsome had the right to be arrogant, especially one who was clearly wealthy.

She had a good eye for luxury and could tell that his entire outfit was worth a small fortune.

"What level are you on? You look like you're really good."

Yvan finally moved. He lifted his eyes to the woman beside him, his face a mask of cold indifference. "Get lost," he snapped.

The woman froze, her face turning from red to white in an instant. Humiliated, she scrambled to her feet and fled.

The receptionist witnessed the entire exchange and updated the group chat. "Just saw a confession get brutally shot down. The handsome guy is so cold. He told her to 'get lost' and she practically ran away. A little harsh, don't you think?"