Chapter 110

"Star! Is that really her? She actually came to Soling and performed surgery at Grandins General Hospital? I worship her! Damn, why did they take so long to release this news? If they'd posted earlier, we could've rushed to the hospital and caught her before she left!"

"Grandins General is elite! The fact that they secured Star speaks volumes about their reputation! Guess I know where I'm going if I ever need serious medical care!"

"Star is unreal! Type A aortic dissection is already one of the most complex surgeries with abysmal survival rates. And the patient was 85 with multiple comorbidities? Yet she wrapped it up in under five hours! She’s not just the best—she’s in a league of her own!"

"Anyone got Star’s contact? My father’s condition is critical. I’ll pay whatever she asks!"

"Same here! I need her email!"

For hours, the internet buzzed with desperate pleas to track down the enigmatic surgeon.

Meanwhile, in the CEO’s office of Blackstone Enterprises, Nathan Black was mid-conversation with Theodore Whitmore when the topic of Star came up.

"Star?" Nathan’s brow instantly furrowed.

"The very same—the surgical prodigy who turned you down. Twice," Theodore chuckled, amusement lacing his tone.

Nathan’s expression remained neutral, but the subtle tension in his jaw gave him away. Few dared refuse him, yet Star had done so without hesitation. Years ago, when Serena Cole’s mother faced a life-threatening heart condition, Nathan had sought Star out personally, convinced her skill was unmatched. His team had practically begged. Both times, she’d shut them down cold. It had infuriated him beyond measure.

"She operated at Grandins today?" Nathan asked, voice deceptively calm.

Theodore confirmed, "On an 85-year-old with a dissection. The head of cardiac there would’ve given the patient a 40% chance at best. Star? She reviewed the file, declared she could push it to 90%, and then delivered. Four and a half hours. Flawless." He paused, grinning. "Bold as hell, right? But she backed it up."

Nathan scoffed. "Bold doesn’t begin to cover it." Only someone with Star’s audacity would dare reject him—repeatedly.

Theodore added, "A photo leaked this time. Just her profile, masked and in glasses, but she looks young. Early thirties, max."

Nathan’s eyebrow lifted. Under thirty and already the most sought-after surgeon in the world? Unlikely.

"The hospital’s website crashed," Theodore continued. "Everyone’s scrambling to book her now."

Nathan wasn’t surprised. Chaos followed Star like a shadow. They wrapped up the call, but something nagged at him. On impulse, he pulled up the leaked photo.

His frown deepened. Even obscured, something about her posture, the way she held herself—it tugged at his memory. But no. He shook his head. Impossible. He was imagining things.