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    When Cyrus heard that, he felt a sharp pain in his heart. Even when Yvette was not around, she could still drive him crazy.


    Cyrus said. "Fine. Thanks to the prescription Yvette prepared, I haven''t had any problems for years. Since she''s in Mysonna, please try to contact her and ask her toe to the presidential pce. If she checks on me in person, I''ll feel reassured about my health


    Back then, when doctors around the world were at their wit''s end, Yvette, using the alias Quiana, had managed to save his life, pulling him back from the brink of death. Over the years, his health had been rtively stable, but he still worried and insisted that Yvette needed to see him in person for him to feel a case.


    Although Cyrus'' words were strong, his tonecked some firmness. After a pause, he continued, "Um, tell her that Alice misses her. If she doesn''t want to make the trip, I can go myself


    Demetrius sat in his wheelchair, his eyes partly closed but maintaining a calm gaze. He nced silently at Cyrus, who wore a serious expression. Demetrius thought, ''Uncle Cyrus can''t handle Yvette at all but still puts on a tough act. If it weren''t for Alice back then. Yvette probably wouldn''t have even considered saving him. She doesnt care if he''s a president or a beggar when ites to saving people.


    Demetrius nodded and said calmly, "I understand, Uncle Cyrus. III contact Yvette."


    Cyrus knew that Yvette would probably find time to see him this time, which lifted his spirits considerably, brightening hist face and softening his tone.


    He said, "Does your leg still hurt? When Yvettees by, have her take a good look at it. Demetrius, listen to me. Let''s do the


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    Demetrius lowered his eyes and stared at his legs with a calm expression. He said, "Uncle Cyrus, I''m not having the surgery. Yvette told me back then that there''s no guarantee of sess even if she does the surgery. If it fails, I''ll be bedridden for the rest of my life. I don''t want to take that risk, and I won''t. Let''s not talk about it anymore"


    Cyrus looked at Demetrius and sighed deeply. If it hadn''t been for that unexpected car ident when he reached adulthood, his talented and promising nephew wouldn''t have to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.


    Cyrus frowned and said, "Demetrius, Yvette mentioned that your surgery has at least an 80 percent sess rate. That''s the highest possible rate. Don''t you trust her skills? With her performing the surgery, it won''t fail."


    Cyrus hadplete confidence in Yvette. He believed there was no operation she couldn''t handle. Moreover, with herbat level, he was determined to keep her around because he presence served as a safeguard, giving him a sense of safety.


    Demetrius'' cold and distant expression was like the icy glow of the chandelier. His deep tone carried a hint of menace "Uncle Cyrus, that''s enough. Yvette is not a deity. She has no responsibility or obligation to perform this surgery for me, and I refuse to take any risks. I don''t want the surgery.


    Meanwhile, after visiting Ss'' medicalb, Yvette went to see Klein. He sent her several texts yesterday, saying he wanted to take her out for a meal and discuss something in person.


    Yvette agreed to meet him at a dessert shop today. Since Klein knew she preferred desserts to Epean cuisine, he went to find a dessert shop with excellent reviews.


    Inside the dessert shop, Klein, dressed in a suit, kept ncing at the watch on his wrist. He felt a slight nervousness at the thought of seeing Yvette so01


    Over the past few days, with Seraphina''s support, he had sessfully taken over Xander Group, even managing the issue of


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    Gael''s illegitimate child Naw, he hadplete control over thepany, which was made possible by Seraphina''s help.


    They reached an agreement, and he changed his name. Since yesterday, he had taken on the name Klein Dixon. To him, Xander had always been a disgrace, and the change was a relief


    Just as Klein was feeling a bit uneasy, the door of the dessert shop opened, and Yvette walked in.


    “Professor Zeller, over here,” Klein greeted Yvette immediately.


    Yvette nodded slightly, nced at Klein, and then sat down.


    Klein sat down as well. It was hard for him to stay calm in front of Yvette, who had changed his life''s course.


    Klein had never imagined that he would achieve his current status because of a girl. Indeed, such luck and a miracle had happened to him.


    Yvette noticed the uneasiness and nervousness in Klein''s gaze when she looked at him. Her exquisite eyebrows were furrowed, and the corners of her eyes were subtly upturned, revealing her stunning features, though her expression remained indifferent


    She said in a clear and calm voice, "One of each signature dessert and two sses of orange juice, please."


    Yvette''s words caught Klein off guard, easing his tension. Without hesitation, he ordered all the signature desserts from the waiter, along with tw sses of freshly squeezed orange juice and an iced coffee for himself


    After everything was served, Yvette seemed to be in a much better mood. She enjoyed her dessert leisurely, not urging Klein to speak Klein took a sip of his coffee, feeling much calmer afterward. He pondered for a moment


    With a serious tone, he said, "Professor Zeller, I invited you here today to thank you. If it wasn''t for you, I don''t know when I could part ways with Gael, let alone be the leader of Xander Group. It''s all thanks to you."


    Yvette continued to dig into her dessert while listening to Klein was clear that, at that moment, the signature desserts in, front of her were more important than Klein''s words.


    Yvette lifted her gaze and nced at Klein, casually saying. "He brought it upon himself by going after Vibe. I never intended to help you." Klein paused, holding his coffee cup, feeling both amused and disbelieving. Only Yvette could say such things at the moment, showing no interest in social niceties.


    However, Klein quickly realized that neither Xander Group nor he was of much importance to Yvette. Given her status and wealth, he seemed insignificant to her, Still, he would always remember her kindness-something he would never forget.


    Klein said nothing more. He watched quietly as Yvette finished one dessert after another.


    After finishing twelve desserts, Yvette looked up and signaled to the waiter in the distance. "Excuse me, could you please pack two more desserts?" she asked.


    Klein was truly amazed by Yvette''s appetite. He found it impressive how much a woman could eat. "Professor Zeller, if that''s still not enough, just pack three portions," he suggested.


    Yvette shook her head slightly and replied, "No. These are enough:


    The desserts were not for Jeremiah and the others. Earlier, while she had been enjoying her desserts, the poisonous insect king, nestled in the specially designed pouch in her pocket, had already begun to yearn restlessly for something.


    Apparently, the poisonous insect king wanted some dessert, too


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