Logan extended his hand and carefully picked up the sleek, metallic pen from the polished wooden table, and, with a steady and unwavering hand, meticulously signed the official divorce papers at the bottom, precisely beside the clearly marked line designated for his signature."Everything will end here," Logan thought to himself. "The ink strokes on this paper signify a truly new chapter in my life."He signed the papers swiftly and decisively, without a moment's hesitation or second thought. Then, with a somber and contemplative expression, he handed the finalized document back to Emily, who stood waiting across from him, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions.Emily took the document with quick movements, almost as if she couldn't believe Logan would actually sign it. Surprise and disbelief were evident on Ariana's face. Her forehead furrowed as she stared sharply at Logan.She thought, "I was prepared for Logan to kneel and kiss my feet just to get me to call off his divorce from A
Logan zipped through the city streets on his electric scooter, a newfound determination glinting in his eyes. The hospital incident had been a turning point, pushing him to turn a fresh page in his life. He was headed to Dragon Valley, the most exclusive neighborhood in Southriver Hill.Logan arrived and parked his scooter in front of a grand real estate agency, its glass windows and luxurious decor exuding opulence.Entering the office, Logan immediately sensed a cold, dismissive atmosphere. The staff eyed him with disdain, judging his modest appearance and his scooter. To them, someone like him couldn't possibly afford even the cheapest home in Dragon Valley.Logan ignored their looks and walked confidently to the reception desk, clearing his throat. "Good morning," he said firmly. "I'd like to see the most luxurious residence you have."The receptionist, a young woman with neatly tied blonde hair, raised her eyebrows and looked at Logan as if he were joking. "You're not fooling, s
Logan frowned, feeling uncomfortable with this sudden situation. Shania looked at him with a caring gaze, as if trying to understand any doubts he might have."Logan, you should not hesitate to work with me," Shania said in a soft yet firm voice. "If you have any doubts about the salary I'll give you, don't worry. I can make sure you get at least five thousand dollars a month."Logan shook his head slowly. "Thank you, Ms. Moore, but right now I still want to recuperate after my divorce. I want to spend my savings on fun before I go back to work."Shania looked at Logan with a mixture of pity and admiration. She still saw this ordinary man in front of her as The Masked Doctor, the hero who had saved her life. In her heart, she felt a great debt of gratitude. Slowly, an idea came to her mind.Shania muttered in her mind, 'I can buy this man a decent house in return. Perhaps, it will lighten the burden of guilt in my heart a little.'Logan, what is your purpose in coming here? Do you int
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
"Huh?"Logan instinctively recoiled as the man's lips hovered mere millimeters from the tip of his shoe."Sir, please spare my life!" The salesman pleaded desperately, his voice cracking with fear. As Logan stepped back, the man abruptly began banging his own head on the ground three times, blood streaming down his forehead and face.Tears mingled with blood as the salesman continued, his voice choked with remorse, "I have eyes, yet I cannot see your greatness clearly! I have committed a grave error and deserve severe punishment from you!"The salesman appeared utterly despondent, having encountered a millionaire only to offend him in a deeply immoral manner.Meanwhile, Logan's facial expression remained largely unchanged."Stop your nonsense," Logan said flatly. "You've injured yourself; don't expect me to bear responsibility for your foolishness."The salesman lifted his face, gazing earnestly at Logan, his expression tinged with confusion."But, Master, I humiliated you earlier..."
"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
Logan meticulously examined John Marx. His breathing was barely audible, and his heartbeat was weakening further. John lay with a pale complexion and cold to the touch, intensifying the already ominous atmosphere surrounding them.Logan felt confusion enveloping him as he assessed John's critical condition. Suddenly, a transparent screen materialized before him, emanating from The Masked Doctor system.DING![System detects genuine kindness from the host][System grants knowledge module named Acupressure!]An intense electric current surged into Logan's head, rapidly spreading and branching throughout the intricate network of his brain. This sudden surge of energy ignited a searing, burning sensation that flooded his mind, overwhelming his senses and causing him to stagger unsteadily for a moment, fighting to regain his balance.With his eyes tightly closed, Logan could feel an overwhelming flood of information about the ancient practice of acupressure pouring into his consciousness.
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