Chapter 237
The midday sun streamed through the glass window as Luna White finished packing her bags. Before long, Jiang Zhiguo and Jiang Shaoqing arrived in haste, their expressions tinged with apology. They informed her that a flight had been arranged for that afternoon.
"Dr. White, our sincerest apologies," Jiang Shaoqing said, handing her an embossed business card. "This is my personal number. Feel free to contact me anytime."
Luna took the card, her fingers brushing against the gilded edges. Its weight was undeniable—a direct line to the future head of the Jiang family. She tucked it away calmly, though her mind churned with thoughts.
The VIP corridor at the airport was eerily quiet. Luna spotted five large gift boxes neatly arranged on a trolley, each tied with an elegant ribbon.
"A small token of appreciation," Jiang Shaoqing explained. "We've arranged for your pickup at the destination. They'll take you straight back to the hospital."
Luna nodded. She understood the significance—these weren't mere payments but gestures of goodwill. For a family like the Jiangs, such connections were invaluable.
As the plane took off, Luna glanced out the window to see Jiang Shaoqing still standing on the tarmac. Dressed in a crisp suit, he looked like a statue bathed in sunlight.
Meanwhile, Jiang Zhiguo was fuming in his office.
"An outstanding candidate from Aeronautical University, snatched away just like that?" He slammed Luna's file onto the desk. "That devil Andrew Smith has some nerve!"
The documents revealed that Luna had originally been admitted to Aeronautical University before Andrew intervened. Jiang Zhiguo stomped his foot in frustration—had she stayed, her potential would have been limitless.
"Uncle, please calm down," his secretary said, offering tea. "Dr. White's acupuncture skills make her exceptional wherever she goes."
Jiang Zhiguo scoffed. "You don't understand. That girl has the Smith family's mess hanging over her. With a stepmother like Helen Turner, do you think she'll have it easy?"
His eyes narrowed as he plotted how to win Luna over. A miracle doctor like her could be a lifesaver in critical moments.
By the time the plane landed, dusk had settled. A van from the Jiang family was already waiting on the tarmac, and an assistant eagerly helped Luna with her luggage.
"Dr. White, these are local specialties prepared for you," the assistant said, gesturing to the five large boxes. "Mr. Jiang insisted they be delivered directly to your dorm."
Luna smiled her thanks. She knew these gifts were more than just courtesy—they were the Jiangs extending an olive branch.
Back in her dorm, after everyone had left, Luna finally collapsed onto the sofa. Two days of travel had left her exhausted, but the gains far outweighed the fatigue.
She ran her fingers over the embossed card, a cold smirk curling her lips. In her past life, Jiang Shaoqing had given up billions in shares to repay a life debt. This time, she had laid her plans early—the mastermind behind her suffering would pay in blood.
The five gift boxes stood silently in the corner, their surfaces glinting faintly in the fading light. Luna didn't rush to open them—some gifts were best saved for the right moment to maximize their impact.
Outside, twilight deepened. Luna watched the last streaks of sunset, her gaze sharpening. The gears of fate had begun to turn, and this time, she wouldn't repeat the same mistakes.