NovelEnglishIn the grand schof life, the lifespan of a pet was but a fleeting moment, a brief existence that spanned
merely a decade or two at best.
On this particular day, the anticipated visit from the doctor was scheduled for the afternoon. Quinn had spent the
morning ensconced in the peaceful embrace of sleep, stirring only when the insistent chof the doorbell
echoed through the confines of her apartment. With a sigh, she dragged her weary body out of bed and trudged
towards the door to welcher visitor.
Upon her opening of the door, the doctor stepped in, his medical bag clutched in his hand and a professional
smile gracing his features. "Good afternoon, Quinn. How have you been faring these past few days?" he asked.
A semblance of a smile flickered across Quinn's lips, a feeble attempt to mask the inner turmoil that roiled within
her.
The doctor, however, did not anticipate a response. His inquiry was more of a courtesy than a genuine probe into
her wellbeing. He stepped further into the apartment, setting down his bag and gesturing for Quinn to sit on the
couch so he could check her pulse. As his fingers pressed against her wrist, his smile gradually faded.
He glanced at Quinn, his expression a complex mix of concern and confusion. "How come... it's worse than last
time?" he asked, his voice laced with worry. Quinn remained silent, her lips pressed into a thin line as she stared
at him, unblinking.
Growing increasingly anxious, the doctor implored, "Quinn, you need to cheer up, and... you know, your vitality
hasn't recovered yet." His words were gentle, yet they carried an underlying message that Quinn understood all
too well. A flush of embarrassment warmed her ears as she quietly withdrew her hand.
"My mentor was a very famous herbalist, and he had good connections with the Kennedys," the doctor
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtexplained, trying to reassure her. "Being his proudest protégé, you can trust what | say. | wouldn't deceive you."
Quinn responded by typing on her phone: [I know, thank you.]
The doctor sighed, "Alright... should | make you sherbal supplement to help you recuperate?" Quinn shook
her head in response: No need. The doctor, feeling awkward, struggled to find another topic of conversation. He
resolved to find tto talk to Alexander. It was disconcerting to witness Quinn's dwindling spirit with each visit.
Meanwhile, at the café.
Freya found herself observing the two men seated across from her. One was Alexander, and the other, a lean
middle-aged man. He was engrossed in the documents she had provided, calculating something on his phone as
he perused them.
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Freya cast an uneasy glance at Alexander, who was engrossed in his own phone, seemingly oblivious to his
surroundings. "Ms. Freya, I've gone through the documents you sent. They are comprehensive. I'll have to get
the financial statements verified, then | can appraise your shares," the man informed her.
"How long will it take?" Freya inquired. "A couple of days, at most," he replied.
Freya hesitated before asking, "And what do you think my shares could be worth?"
The man pondered for a moment before venturing, "Well, by my estimate, about ten billion dollars."
Freya's expression darkened, her displeasure evident. "Are you joking? These are shares in Freya Corporation!
You're valuing them at only ten billion?"
The man raised his hand in a placating gesture, "Ms. Freya, there's no doubt your shares are valuable and indeed
worth a great deal. But there's no market price for them."
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