The taxi driver had just finished listening to the broadcast about the Midnight Coffee House and turned to ask Claire Woodward, "Miss, are you also going to the press conference site to ask for compensation?"
"What compensation?" Claire Woodward frowned, not liking the driver’s chat.
But since Claire Woodward was wearing a baseball cap, her expression was unclear, so he enthusiastically continued, "It’s rumored online that consurs who previously visited Midnight Coffee House can now attend the press conference there and receive compensation. I just accepted an order for soone going to claim compensation."
Claire Woodward’s brow furrowed even deeper, and she coldly said, "I’m not."
The driver now sensed Claire Woodward’s change in tone, sheepishly turning back and saying "Seat tight" before pressing the accelerator.
It wasn’t long before they were at a traffic light.
Across the traffic light was a Midnight Coffee House, and on the large LED screen on the coffee house’s sign, the short film of the Midnight Coffee House’s celebrity spokeswoman was being shown.
"Look," the driver couldn’t help but say, "That woman nad Sumr Monroe is the spokeswoman for Midnight Coffee House. She’s really unfortunate. She’ll probably get scolded by pedestrians on the road; she’s quite innocent too."
Claire Woodward had originally lost interest in further engaging with the driver, but upon hearing "Sumr Monroe," she instinctively glanced at the LED screen.
In the short film, the girl was dressed in a luxurious princess dress, standing in a beautiful old castle, her skin white as snow, with a beauty surpassing any fairytale princess. All the female celebrities appeared overly ordinary compared to this face.
"Sumr Monroe..." Claire Woodward murmured.
So, the one who saved the patient was this spokeswoman?
Claire Woodward connected this Sumr Monroe to Charles Chapman’s description and felt certain they were the sa person.
In fact, she hadn’t initially believed Charles Chapman’s claim that "Sumr Monroe obtained the antidote," because while Charles Chapman had strong business skills and a clever mind, his prejudice against people often blurred his vision.
However, upon seeing this face, she suddenly agreed with Charles Chapman’s words.
With such captivating beauty, who would still consider being a doctor?
Moreover, if she possessed such dical skills and this kind of face, how is it possible that Claire had never heard any news regarding Sumr Monroe in the dical arena?
Claire Woodward squinted, looking deeply at Sumr Monroe in the short film, agreeing entirely with Charles Chapman’s statent—Sumr Monroe was doing all this to gain visibility in front of Damian Knight.
Therefore, she couldn’t just sit back; she had to be on-site to ensure the patient’s care so that this woman wouldn’t wastefully ruin a life saved.
Thinking this, Claire Woodward urged the driver, "Please drive a bit faster."
Finally, under Claire Woodward’s relentless urging, the car reached the Crestfall Grand Hotel.
The car stopped a few dozen ters away from there as the press conference crowd was overwheld, with an ever-growing number of people gathering, making it impossible for the car to proceed—the entire four-lane road was jamd.
After paying and getting out, Claire Woodward saw police officers maintaining order at the scene.
But even with the police present, it was still challenging to maintain order.
At that mont, the set ti finally arrived.
Claire Woodward circled to the side entrance of Crestfall Grand Hotel, presented her dical practitioner’s license to the bodyguard at the door, and said, "I was invited by Young Master Knight to treat the rescued patient."
The bodyguard recognized Claire Woodward and asked, "Are you Dr. Claire Woodward?"
Claire Woodward nodded, unsurprised that he recognized her.
She was also a well-known renowned doctor in Cathaysia.
Claire Woodward slightly lifted her chin and said, "Yes, I am. Can I go in?"
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