Chapter 511
The guards in the corner received the command, exchanging hesitant glances before carefully looking toward Jarred, who had remained entirely silent.
Jarred didn’t say a word. His deep, dark eyes were locked securely onto Sienna.
Standing tall, the sharp lines of his suit accentuating his broad shoulders, his strikingly handsome face was cold and severe. Yet beneath the surface, a storm of complex, imperceptible emotions raged in his eyes.
Seeing him stay silent, none of the bodyguards dared to make a move.
Just then, the entourage of team members and sycophants trailing Celeste quickly spoke up, taking her side and glaring at Sienna with blatant hostility.
“Isn’t Dr. Sloan taking this too far? Questioning an award-winning surgery based on a blurry shot p>
“Dr. Vaughan’s skills are obvious to anyone who watches her. Why would she ever fake it? This feels like a targeted, malicious attack p>
“She’s probably just jealous that Dr. Vaughan is a rising star and happens to have the same face as Celeste. Didn’t Dr. Sloan target Celeste the exact same way before p>
The piercing whispers of malice surged toward Sienna, the hostility completely unapologetic.
Amidst the chaotic confrontation, Sienna stood calmly, her expression unchanged from start to finish.
She didn’t bother wasting any more breath on Celeste. Her gaze swept past the crowd.
Landing directly in the darkest corner of the banquet hall, on the man who had been keeping his head down the entire time, trying to render himself invisible.
It was Director Lawrence Langley—the man Celeste had hired to perform the entire surgery in her place.
The crowd’s gaze instantly followed hers.
Director Langley stiffened in the corner, immediately burying his head even lower.
A fine layer of cold sweat broke out across his forehead, rolling down his temples.
He stared adamantly at the floor, refusing to make eye contact with anyone, especially not with Sienna, who was now walking slowly toward him.
Sienna stopped right in front of him.
The hall was so quiet you could hear people breathing.
Sienna looked down at the top of Director Langley’s bowed head for two seconds before speaking. “Director Langley p>
The man flinched violently, like a schoolboy called out by his teacher.
He didn’t dare look up.
“The central air conditioning is running high in the banquet hall quite chilly Siepma noted today its her tone as casual as if she were chatting about the weather.
“Everyone here is wearing short sleeves or light jackets. So why are you the only one wearing a fully buttoned suit jacket, right up to the collar p>
Director Langley stiffened completely, sinking his head ever lower. His voice was trembling, hoarse, and entirely devoid of confidence. 1. caught a cold Ly been feeling the chills p>
“Is that so?” Sienna hummed softly.
Then, she suddenly leaned forward, closing the distance between them.
She leaned close to the cuff of his jacket, turning her head slightly as if smelling something.
The movement was so subtle that most people in the room couldn’t quite see what she was doing.
But Director Langley’s face instantly drained of all blood.
He jerked backward in sheer terror, his back slamming into the wall with a dull thud.
Sienna looked at the sheer panic in his eyes and let out a soft laugh, though the amusement never reached her eyes.
“Are you really feeling the chills, or are you just trying to use your clothes to cover up the lingering smell of purple surgical dye and hide the scratch on your arm p>
Those words struck like a thunderbolt, violently crashing into his chest.
His pupils contracted in horror, his. body jolting as he instinctively stumbled half a step backward. The sheer terror in his eyes was now entirely exposed for the world to see.
Sienna took a half step back, raised her right hand, and gave a slight flick of her fingers toward the corner.
Without needing any further instruction, the two men in black suits standing by on the sides of the hall surged forward.
They flanked him from the left and right, firmly pinning down Director Langley, who was desperately trying to shrink away and escape.
Before he could even thrash, he was entirely immobilized.
Under the breathless, agonizing silence of the entire crowd p>
The bodyguards grabbed his arms and, without a word, forcefully rolled up his tightly buttoned sleeves.