"Tell the International Medical Alliance," Charlotte said, resting her chin on her hand. She turned her head toward Anthony, feeding him a piece of watermelon with a slight smirk. "To drop the charges against Queenie and let her go."
"Alright."
Anthony chewed the sweet watermelon, his palm gently stroking the top of her head. "Time to go home and get some rest, yeah?"
What other pregnant woman was out here causing this much chaos?
It was a miracle the two babies were still resting safely in her belly.
She lowered her eyes, glancing at her slightly rounded stomach, and her lips curved up. "Sure."
Just as she spoke, a knock sounded at the door.
"Charlotte, Anthony." Hans stepped in, speaking respectfully. "Glenn and the administrators from The Cabinda University are requesting to see Charlotte."
"Are you tired?"
He pursed his lips, his gaze locked on her face as his thumb gently wiped a crumb from the corner of her mouth. "If you're exhausted, we can push the meeting to another day."
With her identity as Asclepius finally out in the open, they were bound to face a tidal wave of exhausting headaches.
"I still have some loose ends to tie up."
Charlotte dropped the fruit back onto the plate, lazily wiping her fingers with a napkin. A sly, half-smile danced on her lips. "Let them in."
"Yes, ma'am."
Hans nodded and turned to usher them in.
A moment later.
Glenn led Wallace and Vinson into the lounge.
"Charlotte!"
Spotting her, Glenn forgot himself for a second. Catching his slip, he quickly corrected himself, "Asclepius!"
"Asclepius!"
Wallace bowed slightly in greeting. He already admired her, but now, his attitude was laced with profound deference.
Even though they were older and considered seniors in the industry.
Their academic standing paled in comparison to the legendary Asclepius.
Lowering themselves before her was just a matter of common sense.
"Just use my name."
Charlotte gently interrupted Wallace.
"Alright, Charlotte." Wallace smiled in relief. Not wanting to waste any more of her time, he cut straight to the chase. "When we met earlier, we discussed the mentorship for the traditional medicine class. I was wondering... what your final thoughts were?"
Bringing this up had his stomach tied in knots.
Even when she was just 'Black', he felt the traditional medicine students were punching above their weight class by having her.
Now that she was officially Asclepius.
She was more than qualified to lecture the tenured professors at The Cabinda University, let alone the students.
Hearing Wallace's nervous pitch, a lazy smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. Her gaze slid over to Vinson, hovering in the corner, and she stated flatly, "Normally, I wouldn't have an issue with it. But..."
"Is there a problem?"
Hearing that dreaded 'but', Wallace inhaled sharply, his heart leaping into his throat. He asked frantically, "If you have any conditions, please name them! We will do everything in our power to accommodate you."
"It's not a problem with you."
Charlotte arched an eyebrow. Her gaze locked dead onto Vinson's face, her tone dripping with icy contempt. "It's just that Vinson clearly thinks I'm beneath him."

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