Dora gawked at Seraphina, her expression one of pure disbelief, as though she had just heard the most absurd thing imaginable. "Wait, you're telling me you don't know who George Foster is?!" Seraphina shifted uncomfortably, her posture stiff. She could only offer a weak smile of admission. "I… don't, actually." How could she, really? She wasn't exactly the type to follow the medical world closely. If even major celebrities failed to catch her attention, why would a doctor? Evelyn, attempting to recover from her own initial shock, cleared her throat. She quickly smoothed her features into a mask of composure. "George Foster," she began, her voice measured, "isn't just any doctor. He's the country's leading neurosurgeon. Correction, he's a world-renowned genius in neurology." But before Evelyn could elaborate further, Dora cut in with animated fervor. "That's not enough to explain it, Evelyn! Seraphina, you have no idea just how remarkable this man is. Let me tell you a story." Her voice took on a reverent tone as she leaned in closer. "Three years ago, there was this groundbreaking moment that put him on the map. One of the top neurosurgeons in the country was faced with a case no one could solve. The condition of the patient, who was a big shot, was critical, and even the most renowned neurologists from abroad declared the surgery impossible. The odds of success? Less than ten percent. Everyone gave up. "And that's when George stepped in. He took on the case, bearing all the immense pressure that came with it. Against all expectations, he performed the surgery—and succeeded. "That one surgery made his name known across the country. Before that, no one outside the medical community had even heard of him. He had been quietly working on research projects, tucked away in some institute. But after that day? Everyone recognized his brilliance."Dora's eyes sparkled with admiration as she continued. "And that wasn't all. Just a few weeks later, the literary master Mr. Evans faced a dire situation. His heart disease had worsened, and at his advanced age, he required a coronary artery bypass. But the case was riddled with complications, and no doctor—domestic or international—dared to take the risk. They even told his family to prepare for his passing. "Desperate, Mr. Evans' family begged George for help. And once again, he worked his magic. Not only did he save Mr. Evans, but he went on to perform multiple high-risk surgeries that left the entire medical world in awe. His skill is unmatched. They call his hands the 'Hands of God.'" Evelyn picked up where Dora left off. "And neurosurgery isn't even his only strength. He's a master of other fields too. I've heard that several prestigious research institutions abroad have tried to recruit him, but he's turned them all down. He's completely devoted to his work here." Her voice softened, and her expression grew dreamy. "And don't even get me started on his looks. He's not just a medical genius—he's ridiculously handsome. Truly, one of a kind." The admiration in her eyes was unmistakable. It's not just about his skills. The richer you are, the more you fear death. Aging, sickness, and death spare no one, and having someone like George in your corner could mean the difference between life and death. Who wouldn't want to curry favor with him? "But he's not swayed by money, you know. When it comes to surgeries, it's all about whether he likes the person. If he does, they don't have to pay a single cent. But if he doesn't, no amount of money in the world will make him take the case." "He spends most of his time at the institute," she added. "Only occasionally does he emerge to perform surgeries. That's why it's such a big deal that he's attending Lowell Group's banquet. It's a rare chance for people to meet him in person, and they'll be flocking there to establish connections." Seraphina listened intently, her expression thoughtful as she spoke up. "It's not about building relationships. When a person's measly life is at stake, they can't afford to ignore someone like him."Dora and Evelyn burst into laughter. Dora said, "They're making sure they get to continue living their measly lives. You're not wrong, though!" Evelyn wiped at the corners of her eyes as she tried to regain her composure. "But hearing you say it like that—it's so blunt, it's funny!" Meanwhile, Linara and Aidan stood on the street, their suitcases at their feet. The hotel staff had just escorted them out, their last bit of money spent. Now, with nowhere to go and no plans for what came next, they could only exchange uncertain glances.