Only Asclepius was supposed to see that sky-high order.
So how did Lottie know about it?
Wait.
Did that mean…
She really was Asclepius?
The world-famous Asclepius, the legendary healer everyone talked about, was actually his daughter?
Franco just stood there, stunned. His sharp features looked even paler than usual, and his dark brown eyes were locked on Charlotte as if she might vanish at any second. He struggled to get the words out. “Lottie, are you really Asclepius?”
Charlotte just smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Why? Do I not look the part?”
Franco opened his mouth but nothing came out.
It wasn’t that she didn’t seem like Asclepius. He just couldn’t wrap his head around it.
Asclepius.
The head of the N Organization.
Lottie was only nineteen.
Each of those identities was mind-blowing on its own.
“Lottie is Asclepius?”
Nora, lying in bed, went pale as soon as she heard the conversation. Her heart raced with unease as she stared at Charlotte.
Asclepius’s medical skills were legendary. Two years ago, she’d burst onto the scene with cures for mysterious illnesses, saving dying patients and making waves in the medical field.
Since then, people from all over the world, and from every organization, had been trying to track her down. But Asclepius had never shown her face. Nobody knew where she was from or even if she was a man or a woman.
Lottie was nineteen now.
Two years ago…
She would’ve been sixteen or seventeen when she started pulling off medical miracles?
“I just know how to treat a few simple things,” Charlotte said, smoothing out Nora’s pillow with an easy calm.


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