Unemployed Family? Hidden Tycoons Dote On Her novel Chapter 618

Arabella raised an eyebrow slightly. "What makes you think I don't have a medical license?"

"You never went to medical school—how could you be licensed?" someone shot back.

A faint smile touched her lips. "And how do you know I didn't study medicine?"

"I—well—" The speaker faltered, caught off guard. He was only repeating what he'd heard from others.

"If you really have one, then show it!" another voice called out from the crowd.

"Yeah, let's see it," a louder challenge came from near the entrance.

Everyone turned, but no one could tell who had spoken. Just then, a nurse walked in carrying a document folder.

She made her way to Arabella and handed it over respectfully. "Dr. Hamilton."

Arabella accepted it, opened the flap, and pulled out her medical license, physician ID, hospital credentialing letter—every document that verified her status as a practicing doctor.

A reporter in glasses near the front squinted, then his eyes widened. "What kind of certification is that?"

"Looks like some sort of specialty board certificate," someone nearby murmured.

"Zoom in—make sure you get a clear shot," the glasses-wearing reporter said urgently, his voice rising with excitement.

Before others could process what was happening, he gasped audibly. "Oh my god. Oh my god, you guys—no way!"

"What? What is it?" People around him strained to see.

"Holy smokes," he nearly jumped out of his seat. "She's the legendary physician—Dr. Aletta!"

"What?" The room fell completely silent. You could've heard a pin drop. For a long moment, nobody moved, too stunned to react.

The large press hall was so quiet now that the only sounds were quick, tense breaths.

Everyone seemed to be searching for words, but nothing came out.

The legendary Aletta.

The one who'd never made a public appearance.

And she turned out to be this young. Who would've guessed?

The reporter in glasses grabbed his cameraman and rushed toward the front, holding up his mic, tripping over his words in his excitement. "Is it true? You're really Dr. Aletta? Oh man, we hit the jackpot coming here today!"

"Dr. Aletta—could we schedule an exclusive? I'm with the Doranor Daily!" He thrust his microphone forward, looking at Arabella with hopeful intensity.

That broke the spell. Others snapped out of it, and suddenly everyone was shouting, pushing forward, begging for exclusives.

The room erupted into chaos. No reporter wanted to miss this opportunity.

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