My aspiration is to become a physician

Miss Chelsea is indeed an enigmatic figure. The rumors circulating within the Twenty-Fifth District depict her as ruthless and decisive, almost akin to a born capitalist. Under her leadership, the Nathan Consortium weathered internal conflicts, with this twenty-six-year-old chairman single-handedly integrating and unifying the conglomerate, putting an end to years of division.

In the Twenty-Fifth District, Miss Chelsea can be considered one of the few living legends, truly standing at the apex of the district. Despite recent setbacks faced by the Nathan Consortium due to various reasons, it cannot conceal their undeniable prominence within the elite circles of corporate power.

Yet, this living legend finds herself prostrate before someone else at this moment. "Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?" These questions flicker through Chelsea's mind like slides, her consciousness unable to focus amidst the haze. Despite the warnings of dignity and pride, her body involuntarily chooses submission.

As her forehead touches the ground, a strong sense of submission washes over her, momentarily blanking her mind. Subsequent events blur in her memory, leaving only fragmented recollections that leave her flushed with embarrassment. The chirping of birds outside brings a sense of relaxation she has never felt before, yet her heart is laden with indignation and humiliation.

Upon regaining clarity, her first impulse is to reprimand Jonas Vetting for what he did, seeing it as a grave insult to her personhood. However, to her dismay, she finds herself acting on that impulse, almost as if compelled by some force awakened within her. Perhaps one could attribute all this to the aftermath of forcibly removing the auxiliary personality chip, yet it's undeniable that last night's events will stain her life irreversibly.

Chelsea is filled with anger, her chest heaving violently, yet she doesn't know where to direct it. With remnants of blush still on her cheeks, Mr. Jonas has already left, leaving behind a note that reads: "Treatment is complete, Miss Chelsea, should you have any further needs, feel free to seek me out... of course, it comes at a price." "Who would seek you out?!" Chelsea reads the words with a murderous impulse.

To be honest, had she been fully conscious last night, Mr. Jonas might have already become a corpse hanging at the doorstep of the Nathan Consortium. Even if Jonas had acted out of good intentions, it wouldn't suppress Chelsea's urge to commit violence. Her feelings towards Jonas Vetting are now a tangled mess, torn between wanting to eliminate him and feeling that his actions don't warrant such punishment.

Clearly, Chelsea finds herself in a dilemma. Wanting to lift her hand to her forehead, she realizes that after last night's events, her body feels drained, leaving her helpless on the bed. Though she's reluctant to admit it, she does feel somewhat improved after last night's ordeal. Previously, when her latent illness flared up, even after injecting sedatives, her body felt like a dormant volcano ready to erupt. But this time, it feels much better, as if something pent up inside her has been released.

Feeling cocooned in the soft embrace of the blankets, Chelsea chooses to ignore the chaos in the room. "Let's rest for a while..." As for Jonas... well, he'll definitely regret crossing paths with her next time.

As for the Vetting Consortium, Altair Division Building. Jonas walks down the office corridor, unable to stifle a yawn. It's clear that Mr. Jonas hasn't rested well. Miss Eiffel seems to notice Jonas's state, casting a sidelong glance at him and remarking, "It seems like Mr. Jonas had a tough night last night."

Turning the pen in his hand, Jonas sighs and replies somewhat resignedly, "Circumstances forced it."

Though Miss Eiffel isn't aware of what happened last night, she knows that yesterday, Jonas negotiated the details of cooperation with Miss Chelsea. Initially, she hadn't thought much about it. Even though Jonas had expressed genuine interest in the silver-haired lady, Miss Eiffel hadn't paid it much mind. She had assumed it was just another ordinary negotiation. But seeing Jonas's current state, things seem to be more complicated than she thought.

Chelsea Claudii, Miss Eiffel is well aware of her reputation as one of the top controllers in the Twenty-Fifth District, known for her formidable demeanor. Truth be told, Miss Eiffel can't imagine Chelsea succumbing to Mr. Jonas's advances. It's not that she doubts Jonas's prowess in charming women; it's just that the whole situation seems incredulous. Unless Mr. Jonas possesses some peculiar ability that triggers attraction in the opposite sex upon contact, Miss Eiffel can't fathom how Jonas could have succeeded so swiftly.

So, from the outset, Miss Eiffel's thoughts didn't center on Chelsea, but veered towards an entirely different direction. "After completing negotiations with Miss Chelsea, did Mr. Jonas visit the Red Light District?" Miss Eiffel's sudden query causes Jonas to halt in his tracks, a question mark figuratively appearing above his head. "Why would you say that, Miss Eiffel?"

"Because I feel Mr. Jonas didn't do anything good last night."

Miss Eiffel's words are straightforward. Pausing for a moment, she tilts her head and asks, "Or perhaps he had a liaison with a lady from one of the affluent families?"

"To be precise, I assisted a patient in alleviating a hidden ailment."

After clearing his throat, Jonas responds.

"All night?" 

"Her condition was rather severe."

Miss Eiffel ponders Jonas's words before saying thoughtfully, "I never expected Mr. Jonas to possess medical skills."

"Considering I'm the sole heir of a top medical consortium."

Jonas chuckles before continuing, "You might not believe it, but my dream was once to become a wandering healer."

"In that case, I'll have to hope that fewer innocent patients fall into your hands," Miss Eiffel sincerely hopes.