Chapter 240

Iris’s face darkened as she shot him a venomous glare.

‘Damn it, I really miscalculated. Who would’ve thought Sienna could be so meticulous, even bringing in an out-of-town doctor? He really doesn’t know how to play along, so stiff and unromantic,’ Iris fumed inwardly.

“Damn it," she cursed to herself. "Right now, she had no choice but to swallow her pride."

“I’m a doctor, too. Mr. Bayer once did me a favor, so I want to join this surgery to repay him. Could you please let me do this?” she said. After saying that, Iris shot him a flirtatious glance.

Zane nearly lost his lunch. With a cold face, he sternly refused, “No. You need to leave right now, or don’t blame me for throwing you out myself.”

Iris was fuming. She’d already humbled herself this much, and he still didn’t give her the time of day. “What a blockhead,” she grumbled to herself.

“I was brought in by the director. You have no right to kick me out. I have to stay for the surgery. Who even knows if you’re up to standard?” she snapped.

Zane retorted bluntly, “Even if my dad brought you here, it wouldn’t matter. I’m the only one who can treat him. Now beat it.”

Iris was so furious she felt like she was about to explode; she completely lost her composure.

She shouted, “You’re just some newbie doctor, and you dare talk to me like that? Don’t you want a future in Vallaris?"

“Do you even know who you’re talking to? I’m ordering you to get out right now. I’ll be taking over this surgery. He really doesn’t know his place. With my connections, if he crosses me, he can forget about ever working in Vallaris. What a joke," she fumed inwardly.

“Ah-" Zane walked straight over without a hint of hesitation, and with a crisp smack, landed a slap right across her face.

Iris was left completely dazed. Before she could even react, she was yanked up and tossed out of the operating room.

“Where did this lunatic even come from?” she muttered under her breath. Iris clutched her stinging, swollen cheek in utter, fiery pain, making her grit her teeth.

Her eyes went red with rage. ‘Damn it, he actually slapped me,' she fumed.

Just as she was about to kick the door, someone called out to her. “Is that you, Iris? What are you doing here?”

Josef spotted Iris standing outside the operating room. He knew she’d had a hand in Leo’s mess, but she’d wiped her tracks so clean there was no proof tying her to it. Still, he was sure she was nothing but trouble.

“I’m a doctor. What’s wrong with being in a hospital?” Iris fumed, with nowhere to vent her anger, and shot him a dirty look.

“You might be a doctor, but you have no right to be in this operating room. You clearly have bad intentions. If you don’t get lost now, I’ll call the police,” Josef said coldly.

“Is that any way to talk to a doctor?” Iris shot back.

Josef rolled his eyes. “You’re a doctor, not a god. Why should I worship you? Dream on. Besides, you don’t even act like a real doctor.

“You give off such a dangerous vibe, not a shred of compassion. People like you are probably headed straight to hell.”

Just because Josef didn’t expose her involvement in Leo’s mess didn’t mean he was an idiot. Leo’s connections weren’t that deep. Iris was definitely the one pulling the strings behind the scenes.

Iris clenched her fists, worried she’d blow a fuse if she stayed any longer. She stomped off in her high heels, fuming:

"Damn the Bayer family. Damn Sienna. None of them is kind. Bunch of inhuman bastards. Just wait, all of you. I’ll make you pay for this, every last one of you,” she swore to herself.

Realizing she couldn’t interfere with Calvin’s surgery, Iris stormed back to her office in a rage.

When a nurse came to ask her to see a patient, Iris shoved the nurse aside and snapped, “Not just anyone deserves to book an appointment with me. Tell them to get lost.”