The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

The expert picked up the magazine and flipped through it quickly, “Look, our hospital might not have the means, but there could be someone overseas who can handle your neurological

Leo had reached the doorway when he heard this and spun around abruptly, “Who?”

The neurology expert held up the magazine, pointing at a photo, “This person here, a genius oktor, LIN.”

Leo’s paze landed on the magazine’s photo, and in that moment, he froze.

“This LIN, they won a bunch of medical awards Internationally by the age of nineteen. Any research paper they put out sends shockwaves through the medical community. They are especially skilled at treating neurological conditions. If they take your case, a full recovery might just be on the cards.”

The reverence on the expert’s face as he spoke was a clear indication of his high regard for LIN.

Collins lit up with a manic joy, “Could I take this magazine with me?”

The expert wasn’t stingy, handing over the magazine. “However, I’ve heard LIN is notoriously reclusive and doesn’t just see anyone. But you could give it a shot.”

Collins, clutching the magazine like a prized possession, nodded his thanks. At this moment, he couldn’t care less about how temperamental LIN was. The important thing was the potential. for his star’s health to be restored. Even if LIN was difficult to persuade, he would find a way to get them to treat Leo.

Exiting the hospital and sliding into the car, Collins still cradled the magazine, his usual anxiety and tension finally easing. “Leo, you don’t have to worry about your health anymore. We’ve got hope now. If

we can get to this LIN, you’ll be back on stage in no time.” NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

“I’ll look this LIN up online, see if there’s any information,” Collins said, reaching for his phone.

Leo was still stunned from seeing the photo in the magazine and didn’t quite catch what Collins was saying.

After a while, Collins, Initially buoyed by hope, looked grave again, “This LIN… his temperament really does seem tricky. Rumor has it, unless it’s a world–class medical puzzle, getting him to act is unlikely.”

Collins turned to his client with a raspy voice, “Leo, we…”

Leo finally snapped back to the present, cutting Collins off. “He’ll take my case.”

Collins looked puzzled, not understanding where Leo’s sudden confidence came from, “What do

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you mean by that?”

Leo took the magazine, flipped to LIN’s photo, and casually pulled off his black face mask, holding up the magazine, “Compare the two, see any resemblance?”

Collins was more confused by the action, but still glanced back and forth before speaking uncertainly, “You two are both good–looking? Hang on, Leo, this isn’t the time for a beauty contest with some genius doctor.”

Leo’s expression darkened, and he rubbed his forehead in frustration, “Don’t you think he looks. a bit like me?”

Upon hearing this, Collins took a closer look, “Now that you mention it, there is a resemblance.” His words trailed off as his face registered shock, “You wouldn’t happen to be…”

Seeing that Collins seemed to be grasping the truth, Leo put the magazine down and put his mask back on, “Alright, let’s hit the road.”