The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 233

Lauren took the card, her fingers trembling slightly. A Michelin-starred restaurant! She had only ever seen pictures of their food on social media; she couldn't even afford to walk past the front doors.

"This... this is way too generous..." Despite her words, her grip on the card tightened like a vice.

"Not at all," Lance pressed smoothly, striking while the iron was hot. "I might need to trouble you quite a bit in the future. If it's not too much of an imposition, any details regarding Dr. Sullivan's schedule... when she usually arrives, her consultation days... Mr. Thorne cares about her deeply, but he absolutely refuses to disrupt her professional life."

Lauren's mind raced. A Michelin afternoon tea! This single voucher was enough ammunition to show off to her friends for the next six months!

"Dr. Sullivan is covering for the Chief lately, so she has outpatient consultations on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings," Lauren rattled off at rapid speed. "Her grandfather is staying in Room 1217 in the inpatient ward, so if she's not at her desk, she's usually up there. Her clock-in times are super unpredictable. Sometimes she's here by seven-thirty, other days not until nine."

Lance committed the details to memory. "And today..."

"Today is Wednesday, so she has clinic hours," Lauren confirmed. "But I really can't guarantee what time she'll walk through those doors."

Lance nodded, pulling out his phone. "Shall we exchange contacts? That way I can text you before sending deliveries to make sure she's in. It'll save us both time and keep us from interrupting her work."

"Absolutely!" Lauren quickly scanned his QR code. Once added, she couldn't suppress her burning curiosity. "Lance, is Mr. Thorne... trying to pursue Dr. Sullivan? He came in person yesterday, so did something... happen?"

Lance offered a polite, practiced smile. "You'd have to ask Mr. Thorne that yourself. I'm strictly the delivery guy."

It was a flawless, professional deflection, but Lauren's brain was already scripting an epic romance between a domineering billionaire and a brilliant doctor. She patted her chest confidently. "Don't worry! I'll personally make sure these get to her!"

"I truly appreciate it." Lance checked his watch one last time. "I really have to run. I'm leaving the flowers in your capable hands!"

The second Lance hurried out the door, Lauren carefully positioned the bouquet at the absolute center of the front desk. She practically vibrated with excitement as she snapped a photo and fired it into the nurses' group chat:

[Day Two! Mr. Thorne sent flowers again! His assistant dropped them off!]

[Mr. Thorne is way hotter than Christian Lancaster! Gorgeous and so polite!]

Lauren set her phone down and leaned in to inspect the bouquet. The deep purple petals practically glowed under the fluorescent lights. She took a cautious sniff—a crisp, cool, utterly unique fragrance.

Every single medical staff member who walked past stopped dead in their tracks to ask, "Who are those for? They're stunning!"

"From Mr. Thorne for Dr. Sullivan!" Lauren replied smugly every single time, reveling in the ensuing looks of absolute shock.

"Which Mr. Thorne?" one doctor asked in confusion.

"Seriously? Read a financial magazine once in a while. Mr. Thorne from San Francisco. You need to look up from your clipboards and see the real world. No wonder you're in your thirties and still single." Without giving the doctor a chance to retort, Lauren spun around and strutted back to her desk.