“What's your specialty as a doctor?"

“I'm a heart surgeon but currently I am diving into artificial heart research."

"Whoa."

The guest raised his brows, surprised. "You don't seem Like a doctor."

He was hinting she looked more like someone who lived off others-someone that was all looks and no substance.

Like a caged canary?

But her job was a curveball.

Besides, she could speak Clouland's Language fluently.

Isaac's interest peaked. She didn't seem like she'd just picked up this language in two days.

Her smooth talk hinted she was no beginner.

He was quite taken aback.

As they chatted, more folks swarmed Isaac.

They jabbered about economics and business, leaving Camila out.

It was a men's club of fame and money.

Women were just there for show.

Not used to heels, Camila's feet throbbed from standing.

Someone pulled Isaac away.

But he hesitated, worried Camila would be left hanging.

Yet Camila reassured him, "I'm okay here. Go on."

She didn't want to slow him down.