Chapter: 1497

Four guards aimed their weapons at her as she got close to the entrance.

Remaining composed, she displayed the token-a natural crystal star glistening in the sunlight.

"I want to see Tristan."

The guards were taken aback when they saw the token. They exchanged quick looks, and one hurried inside to report. Just two minutes later, he returned, breathless.

“Please come in, miss. Mr. Diaz awaits you."

Norah remained silent and followed the guard into the grand building.

They navigated through numerous hallways until the guard opened a massive door, towering over ten meters high, and gestured for her to enter.

Norah entered alone as the guard stayed behind. Inside, she quietly observed her surroundings.

The expansive room was adorned with Luxurious antiques and valuable items. At the far end, on an elevated platform, there was a throne crafted from gold.

Norah discreetly counted ten people lurking in the shadows around the room.

“Supernatural Doctor, it has been a long time," said a voice from the far end of the room.

Seated on the golden throne was a middle-aged man, tall and muscular, with black tattoos on his skin. His gaze was piercing as he looked directly at her.

He was the Godfather, Tristan Diaz.

"Tristan, how have you been all these years?"

The voice that came from her was clear and smooth, like a middle— aged man's. It was Norah's disguised voice. She loved showing up as different people.

"Thanks to you, my health has been good. But as I grow older, I'm not as agile as I once was. Since you're here, perhaps you could check on me?" Tristan suggested, his tone turning light.

Nobody would dare cross an exceptional doctor, for only the doctor could save them from grave illness.

Tristan was well aware of this and showed immense respect to the Supernatural Doctor.

"I trust you recall this token. You mentioned that if I brought it, you would grant me three requests."

"That is correct. Whatever your wishes, I shall fulfill them,"

Tristan said, always honoring his promises.

“I don't have three requests. I'd like to combine them into a single one." Norah paused, her gaze piercing as she looked up at Tristan seated above. "I want the Miller family wiped out."

Tristan almost jumped from his chair. A family that size encompassed at least a hundred people. Had the Supernatural Doctor turned into a murderer? Why such ruthlessness?

Noticing Tristan's astonishment, Norah asked, “Is that not possible?"