Logan settled into the plush seat of Shania’s sleek black sedan, the car’s engine purring softly as they pulled away from the real estate agency. They followed the agent’s car toward Block A in Dragon Valley, the anticipation palpable between them. Shania stole occasional glances at Logan, her unease growing as they neared their destination.Block A was renowned for its opulent residences, homes with sprawling modern designs perched majestically on the hillside. As they entered the neighborhood, Shania’s eyes flitted from one grand house to another. Each residence seemed more impressive than the last, from classic mansions with imposing columns to contemporary marvels of glass and steel, complete with infinity pools and manicured gardens.A tightness grew in Shania’s chest. The magnitude of the homes around them was overwhelming, and the thought of presenting one of these extravagant properties to Logan filled her with doubt. What if Logan wasn’t The Masked Doctor, the enigmatic figur

"Mr. Marx's affliction stemmed not from his heart, but from an altogether different source."As those words were spoken, all eyes turned confidently towards Logan as he made his approach."My grandmother suffered from the very symptoms you're experiencing, Mr. Marx," Logan said deliberately. "All it took was a cup of warm ginger, and her ailment vanished for good. It's worth a try now."Logan spoke with unwavering confidence and conviction, his words resonating as though they came from the mouth of a seasoned physician, instilling assurance in those around him.Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Shania's attention became captivated by Logan. Her eyes, usually serene and observant, now held a glint of fascination and curiosity as they remained fixed on him. It was as if she was drawn to his presence, his confidence echoing in her mind, mingling with her own thoughts and impressions. She found herself increasingly intrigued by his words and demeanor, a subtle admiration beginning

Bruno pivoted towards Shania, his expression etched with frustration. "What are you trying to say?"Shania returned his gaze with intensity. "You're not The Masked Doctor. You were just standing there, watching."Mark released his embrace of Bruno, turning to Shania with a puzzled expression. "Is there another doctor, Shania?"Shania drew in a deep breath, her voice steadying. "Bruno's not telling the truth. He's not the Masked Doctor. The true Masked Doctor saved your father. He applied acupressure to Mr. Marx's crucial points and rescued him."Mark asked again, "If there was another doctor who saved my father, where is he now?"Shania looked around, hoping Logan was still there. However, Logan had disappeared. "He's gone," she said softly. "But I swear, it wasn't Bruno."As Shania insisted that Bruno wasn't the one who saved John Marx, Mark appeared bewildered. His gaze darted between Shania and Bruno, searching for the truth amid their conflicting expressions.Taking a deep breath

Without a pause, Emily's hand shot out, the slap echoing sharply in the tense silence that followed.SLAP!"You sorry excuse for a man!" Emily's voice sliced through the air, dripping with scorn. "Logan's barely out of his twenties, and you, well past fifty. Aren't you ashamed, cowering before someone half your age?"At her words, Soegi's gaze swept over Logan, taking in the young man's muscular frame, a stark contrast to his own frail, aging body.Comparing himself to Logan was like measuring earth against the sky—utterly unfair and illogical."Honey," Soegi pleaded, his voice strained. "Please, let's not say things that defy reason. How could an old man possibly outperform a young one?"However, immediately after Soegi uttered those words, another slap landed on his face, even harder than the first. His wrinkled face flushed crimson, resembling a boiled crab."Age dictates everything," his wife scolded once more. "If I say you can defeat Logan, then you must! I won't tolerate any ex

When all eyes fixed on Judge Harrison, the old man stayed silent, sweat beading on his forehead. Anyone, even a 4-year-old, could tell he was nervous. "This is highly unusual," someone half-whispered. "Judge Harrison is always professional in his work. In every trial he leads, his demeanor is consistent: cold, indifferent, and calm. But now..." Another person immediately agreed, stating that there was something different about Judge Harrison today. "Yet, this is just a divorce hearing," another interjected. "He shouldn't be making such complicated decisions since both parties want the separation. Why does he look like he's presiding over a criminal trial?" Aware that negative comments were mounting against him, Judge Harrison knew his silence would only lead to disaster. He decisively rapped his gavel, startling everyone. "The trial will reconvene after lunch," he stated curtly. "What?!" The room instantly buzzed with murmurs as people exchanged bewildered glances at Judge Harri