Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 1728

The VIP Suite.

A soft knock echoed through the room. "Mr. Blackwood. Ms. Panacea."

Director Kaelen's voice drifted through the door.

Compared to his authoritative tone on stage, he sounded painfully cautious and deeply respectful.

Upon receiving permission, Kaelen pushed the door open, only to freeze at the sight of The Panacea resting languidly in the arms of The Sterling Sovereign.

The man had one arm wrapped securely around her waist, while his other hand absentmindedly played with her slender fingers.

Leaning against each other, they looked like an untouchable, dangerously glamorous power couple.

"Apologies for the intrusion," Kaelen said, bowing slightly. "The administration is still running the final verifications on the Living Asset that just appeared on stage, but our resident medical staff severely lacks expertise regarding these specific biological entities."

He glanced toward the large monitor in the suite.

On screen, the medical team was coordinating with security to inspect the exterior panels of the pod.

He continued, "Given that Ms. Panacea successfully handled Specimen Seven and possesses unparalleled knowledge of neural pharmacology... The Commodore requests the honor of having you step onto the stage to conduct a public appraisal of this asset."

He kept his head bowed, his posture radiating subservience.

Serena stopped playing with Nicholas's fingers.

She lifted her gaze, her cool, bright eyes settling onto Kaelen.

A faint smile touched the corners of her lips, deepening into a look of predatory amusement. "You want me to conduct a public appraisal for you?"

Kaelen nodded emphatically. "Yes."

He had clearly come prepared. Before Serena could say another word, he pulled a sleek black card from his folder and offered it to her with both hands.

"The administration knows you've had an exhausting night, Ms. Panacea."

Kaelen exhaled a massive sigh of relief, his tone growing even more reverent. "Thank you, Ms. Panacea."

Serena stood up, fully intending to follow him out the door.

Suddenly, a strong hand caught her wrist.

Serena turned around.

Nicholas sat leaning against the sofa, his long legs casually crossed. He tilted his head up slightly.

Even through his flawlessly constructed disguise, his striking, aristocratic dominance commanded the room.

"Ms. Panacea."

His voice was a slow, lazy drawl. His grip slid down her wrist until he laced his fingers perfectly through hers. "I brought you here to keep me company. Yet first you vanish to synthesize drugs, and now you're running off to play appraiser."