An Understated Dominance
Chapter 1274 by Marina Vittori

An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori Chapter 1274

Dustin slowly raised his head. That caught his interest. The information that Eloise gave him was that Cinna was in Harmony Healers. And Harmony Healers belonged to Brooke Busch.

He had been the one who had saved Cinna and kept him hidden away from pursuers back then. For the ten years that Cinna was unconscious, Brooke had been the one taking care of him.

“Know him? I don’t mean to brag, but Brooke and I are tight. He often rides in my cab. “If you’re getting medical treatment from him, just tell him that you’re a friend of mine. I guarantee he’ll give you a discount!” the bald driver said confidently.

“Is that so? What’s he like?” Dustin asked. “Brooke’s character is flawless. He’s the incarnation of Florence Nightingale!”

The bald driver gave a thumbs-up as he continued praising Brooke. “He basically treats the poor for free and doesn’t even charge them for the medications.

“Even if he does, he just charges them at an unbelievably cheap price. Kind and generous doctors like him rarely ever exist anymore these days.”

“If he is as you described, I’d like to meet Dr. Busch.” Dustin nodded thoughtfully. He was getting curious about Brooke Busch.

The bald driver trailed on with no intention of stopping. Dustin did not cut him off. He simply shut his eyes and rested, not paying any heed to the driver.

“We’re here, young man,” the bald driver turned around and woke Dustin up.

Dustin opened his eyes to see a modest- looking medical center just a little down the road. The medical center was of moderate scale, with three floors. The place was so full of patients that there was even a line inside. There was a large, golden sign above the main entrance that read “Harmony Healers.”

“Thanks.”

After making sure that he was at the right place, Dustin paid the driver two 100-dollar bills and got out of the cab.

The medical center was bustling, and no seats were available in the ten thousand square feet space. Patients waiting for a consultation stood in a line that reached outside the medical center.

Dustin stepped in, and after scanning the place, he found about five doctors and several medical students running the place. But Brooke Busch was nowhere in sight.

Dustin approached a young doctor and asked politely, “Excuse me, is Dr. Brooke Busch in today?”

The young doctor had a name tag pinned on the front of his chest. It read “Caldwell Quinn.”

“Dr. Busch isn’t in right now. If you’re seeking medical treatment, please get in line,” Caldwell said impatiently, his attention on his phone.

“I’m not here for medical treatment. I’m here to meet Dr. Busch and ask him about some things,” Dustin answered.

“You’ve got to wait in line even if you’re not here for medical treatment!”

Caldwell snapped impolitely, “Dr. Busch isn’t someone you can just meet on a whim! Who do you think you are? Now get in line and stop distracting me from my game!”

Dustin’s brows furrowed. Just as he was about to give Caldwell a piece of his mind, a commotion broke out at the main entrance.

“Out of the way! Get lost! I need a doctor! Where’s the doctor? Save her!”

With a roar, a group of suit-clad bodyguards burst in with a drenched woman in their arms. They had an intimidating presence, knocking everyone in their way aside.

“Damn it! Who’s kicking up such a ruckus?”

Caldwell raised his head and was just about to start lecturing those shouting in the medical center when he saw who they were.

His expression immediately changed. Gone was his former rudeness as he chucked away his cell and hurriedly rushed to them.