The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1638

"We worried for nothing," Barry realized, silently praising Claire's grounded nature.

Despite growing up in a life of luxury, she hadn't developed any of the typical snobby habits.

Dr. Terrance, on the other hand, was pushing sixty and complained about everything.

He had just spent five minutes grumbling that his steamed egg with minced pork was a fraction of a second overcooked.

Barry's intense stare was making it very hard for Dr. Terrance to ignore him.

"Stop glaring at me. Is it a crime to want a decent meal?"

"I fly all the way to Cabinda for a conference, and I'm stuck eating cafeteria food. I feel like I never left work!"

Barry zeroed in on the core of his friend's complaint. "Are you telling me your hospital's cafeteria is actually this good?"

He highly doubted it.

"The *executive* dining room is," Dr. Terrance corrected smugly.

Their hospital operated a little differently. The senior attending physicians had their own private dining area, and the food was spectacular.

Mostly because the hospital's top brass ate there, so the kitchen staff didn't dare cut corners.

If the food was bad, the executives would be furious.

And if the executives were furious, heads in the kitchen would roll.

"Should we grab dinner somewhere nice tonight?" Dr. Terrance suggested.

He actually had a specific medical theory he wanted to bounce off Claire, but the chaotic conference environment wasn't ideal.

Hosting a dinner would give him the perfect excuse to pick her brain in peace.

Having shared a dorm room for four years, Barry instantly saw through his old friend's scheme.

"Claire, Terrance is treating us to dinner tonight. If you don't have plans, you should come."

"Even back in med school, this old fool always knew how to find the best hidden gem restaurants."

Barry was usually a man of few words at the hospital, but around his oldest friend, he was remarkably animated.

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