My Milf Conqueror System novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161: The Doctor’s Name

[Jake’s POV]

Dr. Alistair Vale looked harmless in his public photograph.

That made me dislike him immediately.

He had the clean face of a man who had built his entire life around soft voices and locked doors. Late forties, dark hair brushed neatly back, rimless glasses, pale skin, and the kind of calm smile people trusted when they were frightened enough to hand over control of their bodies. His biography said private neurological consultant, trauma recovery specialist, discreet family care. All phrases rich people used when they wanted suffering hidden behind polished walls.

Nia threw his profile across the wall screen and leaned back in her chair. "No public clinic. No hospital appointments. No lectures. No academic papers in ten years. He exists only when very wealthy people need a doctor no one can subpoena easily."

Evelyn Cross’s eyes narrowed. "Everyone can be subpoenaed."

Nia glanced at her. "That was terrifyingly attractive as a sentence."

Evelyn did not blink. "Focus."

"Yes, ma’am."

Victoria stood near the glass wall, arms folded, face carved from corporate winter. "Vale is tied to Simon Vale?"

"Half brother," Claire said, reading from the file. "Different mother. Same father. Simon went into finance. Alistair went into medicine. Publicly distant. Privately, they share two trusts and one property management company."

"Property," I said.

Nia’s fingers moved over the keyboard. "Working on it. Don’t rush genius."

"You work better angry."

"I work better respected."

"You terrify me."

"That will do."

Darius brought Adrian Cross into the operations room with one hand on his shoulder. Adrian looked less amused than when we found him at the lodge. His coat was gone, his shirt was torn at the collar, and there was a fresh bruise along his jaw. Darius had not hit him. I knew that because if Darius had hit him, Adrian would not be standing upright. Someone from the lodge probably had.

Adrian looked at the wall screen and stopped.

So he knew the doctor.

I watched his face carefully. "Dr. Vale."

Adrian swallowed. "That is not good."

Ethan, from the couch, lifted one hand. "We gathered that from the sinister lighting and private neurologist energy."

Adrian looked at him. "You are very relaxed for a man who looks half dead."

"I’m committed to morale."

Nia pointed at Ethan without looking away from her screen. "You’re committed to ignoring medical advice."

"That too."

I stepped closer to Adrian. "Tell me about Vale."

Adrian rubbed a hand over his face. "Sofia had him flagged two years ago. Not as an enemy. As a problem. He worked for families with inconvenient heirs, addicts, unstable executives, widows who suddenly needed rest before inheritance disputes. Nothing ever stuck because everyone involved was rich, ashamed, or medicated."

Evelyn’s expression sharpened. "Forced confinement?"

"Not officially."

"That means yes."

Adrian nodded once. "Soft confinement. Private care. Medical language over social disposal."

The room went cold.

Claire looked at Sofia’s photograph on the wall. "If they frame Sofia as medically unfit..."

"The empty chair vote becomes concern," Evelyn said.

Victoria’s voice turned glacial. "And anyone opposing it looks reckless."

I stared at Vale’s calm smile.

There were many ways to kill a powerful woman. A bullet was the least creative. Make her unstable. Make her absent. Make her signature appear while her voice disappeared. Then let old men say they were protecting her legacy.

Sofia would hate the elegance of it.

Actually, no.

She would admire the structure first.

Then burn it.

The System appeared.

**[Ding!]**

**[Mission Updated!]**

**Mission: Find Sofia**

**Objective: Locate Dr. Alistair Vale’s private care site.]**

**Reward: Sofia Location Fragment.]**

**Penalty: Sofia declared medically unavailable before board review.]**

I looked at Nia. "Find the site."

She pulled up a property web. "Vale has five active locations through trusts. Two offices in Geneva, one apartment in London, one old family estate outside Zurich, and a private wellness residence in Connecticut."

"Connecticut?" Ethan said. "That feels too close."

"Too obvious?" Claire asked.

"Or obvious enough to be dismissed," Evelyn said.

Cassandra, quiet until now, leaned toward the screen. Her oversized grey sweater slipped over one hand as she pointed at the Connecticut property. "What is the window architecture?"

Nia enlarged it.

The screen filled with an old stone house surrounded by winter trees. Not a clinic. Not a mansion exactly. Something between retreat and prison, with ivy crawling up the side and narrow windows fitted with brass latches.

Cassandra’s voice softened. "The latch."

Everyone looked at Sofia’s photograph.

Then back at the property.

The shape matched.

Not perfectly. But close enough to make the room stop breathing.

Nia whispered, "Oh, hell."

Claire’s hand tightened around the edge of the table. "Where?"

"Litchfield County," Nia said. "Private road. Registered under Halcyon Restorative Trust."

Halcyon.

The Halcyon Room had appeared in Richard Bellamy’s files. A private dinner location. Margot’s meeting point. Same word. Same rot.

Victoria spoke first. "That is not coincidence."

"No," I said. "That is arrogance."

Adrian stepped closer to the screen. "Halcyon is old. Sofia marked the name in one of her contingency notes, but I never got context. She wrote, if Halcyon appears, assume the room is already staged."

"The room," Claire repeated.

Cassandra looked at Sofia’s photograph again. "Staged for proof."

My chest tightened.

Not a prison cell.

A room designed to create a story.

Sofia unwell. Sofia resting. Sofia protected from stress. Sofia unable to appear. Sofia’s signature still valid because the right doctor said she needed care. That was not just restraint. That was narrative control.

Evelyn stood. "I can attack the medical declaration if we get evidence Vale is involved."

"We do not have a declaration yet," Claire said.

"Then we stop him before one appears."

Nia’s screen pinged.

She froze.

"What now?" I asked.

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