Chapter 105: the Sculptor

Somewhere in Europe, under the gray, overcast sky of a city known for its exquisite medical facilities and opulent streets, a sleek black car glided smoothly down an alley, eventually stopping outside a modern, discreet building. The building's façade was minimalist and elegant, featuring reflective glass panels and a small, unobtrusive sign that read: **Dr. Lucian Baird, Specialist in Aesthetic Surgery**. The lady stepped out of the car, her every movement deliberate and graceful. Dressed in a tailored dark coat and wearing dark sunglasses that obscured her eyes, she exuded an air of purpose. As she walked up the steps to the entrance, she was greeted by a doorman who held the door open for her with a nod. The interior of the building was just as sophisticated as its exterior, with polished marble floors and soft, ambient lighting. She made her way to the front desk where a young receptionist, poised behind a sleek, glass-topped counter, looked up from her computer. The lady approac