"I assure you, you'd learn far more overseas."
"Sundara's medical technology is world-class. Even if you finish your undergrad here, you should consider us for your postgraduate studies—to say nothing of doing an exchange program right now."
"I think it's a golden opportunity."
"You're already so gifted in traditional treatments; studying modern medicine means you want to push your boundaries. Why stick to the old ways?"
Frederick felt his pitch was flawless.
Yet Claire's expression didn't so much as flicker.
"Sundara's medical technology might be advanced, but they still can't cure your illness, can they?" she asked.
"Our country's modern medicine might not rival the West just yet, but it's hardly lacking."
"I still prefer to finish my undergraduate degree here at home."
"As for studying abroad, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it."
Not only was Claire completely unmoved, but she was absurdly confident in Solenia's medical system. Where did she get the nerve?
Frederick didn't think Solenian medicine was anything special, though he had to admit their traditional holistic practices were unique to the region.
There was a reason those ancient methods had survived this long.
"Dr. James, why won't you just consider my offer?" he pressed. "You wouldn't just learn more; you'd amass a fortune."
"More money than most people see in a lifetime."
He felt a spike of irritation. This girl was just as stubborn as... her!
"I don't need money," Claire replied, giving him a flat look.
Why was this old man suddenly having a meltdown?
Don't need money, don't need money, don't need money!
Frederick couldn't stand hearing those words. Was he the only one who had ever been desperate for a paycheck?
Back then, if he hadn't been so strapped for cash, why would he have ever fled to Sundara?
Why did everyone else have enough while he was left scrambling?
Claire really wanted to tell him to control his facial expressions.
He looked absolutely unhinged right now.
Between the twisting rage and the ravages of his illness, he was genuinely hideous.
So hideous it made her want to look away.
"Even if you don't need it, you can never have too much of it," Frederick said stiffly.
"Actually, I'd find it quite a burden," Claire said, her tone heavy with meaning.
The shares the Churchill family gave her were already generating astronomical value. Not to mention,
the matriarch had declared that the
entre lames family enterprise, Would eventually be hers.
She wasn't just inheriting the title of Clan Successor for the James Group; she was inheriting the family's unfathomable, hidden wealth.
Taking Frederick's job would be like abandoning a gold mine to go beg for scraps. What was the point?
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But no matter how much Frederick talked until he was blue in the face...
Claire didn't budge. "I suggest you stay in Solenia, Mr. Foster," she replied. Frederick's expression stiffened. Did she think he didn't want to stay?
He didn't dare.
His name was still sitting on a government blacklist in Solenia!
The moment his identity was exposed, he'd be slapped in cuffs.
"I'd love nothing more than to stay in Solenia and focus on my treatment, but my hands are tied. I can't abandon my research."
"Dr. James, I know you might be worried about the risks of going to Sundara, but I swear to you within Twill not let
the scope of my power on you!"
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Claire still refused. "You used to be Solenian, Mr. Foster. You should know the
inherent prejudices Solenians hold against Sundara."