---- Chapter 83 James simply reached out and pressed the elevator button. " You go up first and get the files ready with Freddy." With that, he stepped out of the elevator. Jenna froze for a moment, then quickly asked, "Where are you going?" He paused and looked back at her. Her makeup was flawless , her eyes shimmering as she gazed at him with a pitiful expression. "From now on, call me Mr. Frank when we're at the office," James said. With that, he turned and walked away.

He felt nothing toward Jenna-not even the slightest stir of emotion. At that moment, his thoughts were entirely consumed by Wendy. Was she upset by what had just happened in the elevator? James frowned as he walked and couldn't stop replaying the scene in his head. He should have stepped in to help Wendy. But for some reason, he couldn't say a single word back in the elevator. Maybe it was only when Wendy confronted Jenna that James ---- felt she still cared about him.

For a fleeting second, he had enjoyed that feeling. The door to the medical department was open, and inside, the employees gathered for one of Wendy's training sessions. James stood quietly and watched from the back, not wanting to disturb her. Up front, Wendy held a pen and spoke with absolute focus, delivering a lecture on emergency response techniques. "These are the textbook steps. They sound simple and easy to remember.

But when you're actually in the situation, it's a lot harder than it looks," she said as she pushed her desk aside to clear some space. "Now, I'm going to demonstrate each emergency procedure. It's okay if you don't get it right away. You'll be practicing this many times. Eventually, you'll develop muscle memory." ACPR dummy lay on the ground, with each position labeled to indicate where the organs should be.

Wendy kneeled beside it, performing each movement slowly and carefully while the employees observed. Soon, they had gathered around her, forming a loose circle. James, unable to see her clearly, stepped further into the room. Some employees recognized him and quickly moved out of the way to make space. ---- He made his way to the front row. Wendy, still unaware of him, began marking the vital organs on the CPR dummy with amarker.

"Someone asked me what to do if they push too hard and crack a rib. Ina life-or-death situation, it doesn't matter what breaks -as long as the person lives, everything else can be taken care of. "This CPR dummy follows ideal human proportions, but there are always slight differences from real bodies. So now, I'll need three volunteers to act as models. Men and women, both. Who's willing?" As she finished speaking and looked up, she froze-her extended hand was pointing straight at James.

A bolder employee couldn't help but joke, "Why not let Mr. Frank be our model? He's got the perfect build. Unlike us, we'd be too embarrassed to take off our shirts." A few teasing laughs broke out, but they were cautious -no one dared let even a hint of malice show. Upon hearing that, Wendy frowned slightly and stood up." There are a lot of employees at Frank Group headquarters. Just yesterday , one of them had a brain hemorrhage .

It was the emergency response before the ambulance arrived that helped minimize the damage. "So this is a serious, important matter. I hope no one treats it like a joke." ---- Then, she quickly pointed to three employees. "You three, come up." All three were young men. James glanced at them, his expression calm as he questioned, "Didn't you say both men and women?"