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The Heart Surgeon’s Last Patient Novel Chapter 327

Night Carved Paths Into Silence by Zyrel Ash ` 327

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Her voice was muffled, but you could hear the smile in it, 

“However, Professor Shaw, for keeping something this big from 

me… you’re not getting off scot–free.” 

Hearing the playfulness in her voice, Adrian felt a weight lift 

from his chest. He chuckled softly and played along, asking, 

“Oh? 

How do you plan to punish me?” 

“I’ll save it for later.” 

“Alright.” 

The two of them walked hand in hand for a while longer before 

Rebecca finally spoke. 

“You still haven’t asked me what was in that box I received at 

the banquet.” 

Adrian looked at him, his eyes full of trust. 

“You’ll tell me even if I don’t ask, right?” 

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“Of course.” 

Rebecca thought for a moment, tilting her head. 

“Are you free the day after tomorrow?” 

“Yes.” 

For her, he was always free. 

Rebecca smiled. “Then come with me somewhere the day after 

tomorrow, and I’ll tell you then.” 

The day after tomorrow. 

It was Leo’s death anniversary. 

She needed to be clear with Adrian, and she needed to be clear 

with this chaotic part of her past. 

The next afternoon, at The Sovereign Club. 

The salon’s atmosphere was elegant and private, more like a 

top–tier private academic exchange. 

Soft light shone on the precious artworks in glass display 

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cases, while well–dressed guests held champagne, talking in 

low voices, their gazes filled with appreciation and admiration. 

The air was filled with a unique blend of erudition and wealth. 

Edward was undoubtedly the most dazzling person in the room. 

He was wearing a well–fitted dark gray suit, his posture relaxed 

and elegant, accompanying several key bank directors and 

internationally renowned art appraisers, speaking in front of the 

central display case. 

He was engrossed in conversation until he noticed everyone 

around him turn to look at Roderick entering, and only then did 

he stop. 

Edward’s words faltered slightly, the composed smile on his 

face didn’t fade, but a flicker of displeasure and vigilance 

flashed deep in his eyes. 

Roderick’s arrival was like a piece of ice suddenly dropped into 

a calm lake, instantly shattering the harmonious and gentle 

atmosphere of the venue. 

Roderick wasn’t deliberately conspicuous; he simply strolled in, 

his sharply tailored black suit a stark contrast to the soft tones 

of the event. 

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His expression was cold, his gaze sharp as a torch. He didn’t 

look around, yet it was as if he had already seen everything, 

walking precisely toward the inner circle where Edward and the 

bankers stood. 

Wherever he passed, conversations involuntarily quieted down, 

and an invisible pressure spread through the air. 

“Mr. Livingston?” 

Edward was the first to speak, his tone maintaining the perfect 

amount of surprise and courtesy. “What a pleasant surprise. I 

didn’t expect you’d be interested in this kind of salon.” 

He was trying to regain control of the rhythm, defining 

Roderick’s appearance as a surprise rather than a disruption. 

Roderick stopped in front of them, first giving a slight nod to 

the puzzled bankers. His manners were impeccable, yet carried 

a detached authority. 

Finally, he turned his gaze to Edward, his eyes calm and 

unrippled, as if looking at an ordinary object. 

“Not particularly.” 

Roderick’s voice was low and steady, betraying no emotion. “I 

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was just passing by and remembered that Aitana Wilson 

seemed to have some interest in collecting Nordic 

contemporary art.” 

He turned his gaze to Aitana. “A private museum is currently 

negotiating a touring exhibition of some smaller works by 

Vermeer and Munch. I have some connections with the 

organizers. If you’re interested, Aitana, perhaps a private, non- 

public viewing could be arranged beforehand.” 

Aitana’s eyes instantly lit up. 

Vermeer and Munch! 

This was far more appealing than what was in front of them, 

and it was a private tour–a rare opportunity. 

With these words, Roderick directly catered to her interests, 

showcasing a deeper and more elite network of resources. 

He had nonchalantly outshone the “high–end” atmosphere 

Edward had just created. 

The smile on Edward’s face faded a little. 

Roderick wasn’t here to talk about art at all. 

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He was clearly here to hijack things! 

The smile on Edward’s face was about to break. 

The tightness in his chest grew heavier, as if an invisible hand 

was squeezing it, making it hard to breathe. 

Roderick’s very presence felt like a negation, making his prized confidence and abilities seem like child’s play. 

Every time he tried to steer the conversation toward the 

Southside Development Project and investments, Roderick 

would seamlessly take over, shifting to anecdotes about some 

banker’s private collection or the movements of an international 

art fund. 

His words were substantive, packed with information, and 

completely dominated the direction of the conversation. 

He, Edward, had actually become Roderick’s supporting act! 

This feeling was even harder for him to bear than outright 

failure. 

“…Excuse me for a moment.” 

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