American Medicine: I survived the death knell thanks to the devil.

Chapter 84 Filming

"Why do you think I stayed here tonight?"

Lynn's words were like a scalpel, cutting through Victoria's layers of disguise.

Victoria was stunned at first, and then a surge of shame and anger rushed into her heart.

"You already knew?"

She abruptly shook off the hand gripping Lynn's sleeve, her grey-blue eyes filled with anger.

"So you were just watching me, looking like an idiot, all scared and terrified? Watching me make a fool of myself?"

She subconsciously wanted to put that high and mighty mask back on, trying to use anger to cover up her earlier weakness.

But Lynn gave her no room to back down.

Instead, it took a step forward.

The broad frame of a grown man, coupled with the faint yet dangerous aura he had recently acquired in the underworld, created an extremely aggressive shadow, enveloping Victoria entirely at the edge of the sofa.

Victoria's breath hitched, and she instinctively tried to back away, but her knees were already against the edge of the sofa, leaving her nowhere to retreat.

Lynn leaned forward slightly, supporting himself with one hand on the back of the sofa behind her, completely trapping her in his arms.

The distance between the two was reduced to a dangerous ten centimeters. She could even smell the faint scent of disinfectant on Lynn, as well as an extremely oppressive aura of male hormones.

"Dr. Vanderbilt, stop bluffing."

This absolute suppression caused a brief blank in Victoria's mind.

She instinctively tried to back away, but her knees were already against the edge of the sofa, leaving her nowhere to retreat.

An unprecedented, physiological panic, typical of young girls, took hold of her mind at that moment.

This robbed her of her pride and rationality.

Don't look at me like that!

Victoria frantically reached out and pressed against Lynn's chest.

Extreme embarrassment and anger caused her to completely break down, and she blurted out in a fit of rage: "No man has ever dared to treat me like this! The women who are after me could line up all the way to Fifth Avenue!"

I don't need a man to teach me how to do things!

As soon as he finished speaking, the living room fell into a deathly silence.

Victoria abruptly shut her mouth, her cheeks instantly turning bright red, and even her slender neck flushed an alluring pink.

What did she just say?

She actually revealed all her secrets in front of a man.

It wasn't because she had any physiological aversion to men, but because she was used to being in control.

Her strong and proud personality, aristocratic upbringing, outstanding appearance, and even the sense of security brought by years of fitness training all contributed to her success.

All of this always attracts high-quality women around her to flock to her.

Over time, she naturally became the "dream girl" of New York's high society women.

She also enjoys the feeling of being admired or even smitten by other women.

As for men?

She couldn't be bothered to choose from those self-important males.

Therefore, she had never been cornered by a man in such a forceful, even somewhat brutal, manner, let alone experienced such a stirring of emotion that even she herself found unfamiliar.

Lynn looked at her embarrassed appearance, a hint of adult-like schadenfreude flashing in his eyes.

"very good."

He stepped back half a step, re-establishing a safe social distance.

"Remember how you feel right now. That feeling of panic, helplessness, and wanting to hide it after being seen through, but being powerless to do so."

He picked up his phone from the coffee table. "We'll be filming a video in a bit, and this is the kind of footage we'll be using."

Victoria stared at him blankly, still reeling from the shame and anger she had just felt.

"As for that piece of trash outside who's secretly taking pictures—"

Lynn looked down at her phone, saying, "I've already sent someone to investigate."

Upon hearing this, Victoria's nerves, which had been tense for nearly 20 hours, immediately relaxed.

She looked at the Asian resident doctor in front of her who was looking down at his phone.

Despite being just a poor boy from a humble background, his composure was fatally attractive.

She was really tired from wearing the mask for so long.

Even in the face of her family's decline, she still clings to the pride of Vanderbilt, battling it out in the male-dominated world of surgery.

And now, when Lynn intervenes in her life with absolute dominance, taking over her fears—

An unprecedented sense of security washed over her entire body like a tide.

"Get ready to film." Lynn raised her phone and pointed the camera at her.

Victoria took a deep breath, the blush on her face not yet completely gone.

She turned around and faced the camera again, but this time, her eyes were different.

It was no longer the deliberate arrogance of before, but rather a lingering trace of panic and submissiveness, and something she herself didn't even realize—

rely.

Dependence on Lynn.

"Action."

In the video, Victoria is wearing tight yoga pants and an open white coat, with her hands on a yoga mat, starting to do a plank.

The transverse abdominis muscle is key to maintaining core stability.

Her voice remained professional, but due to the emotional fluctuations just now, there was a slight, almost imperceptible tremor at the end.

Lynn was not in the frame; only his deep, magnetic voice came from behind the camera.

Previously, only Victoria's voice was used in the video, but this time Lynn's voice will also be included, with only a slight AI voice-changing effect.

"Lower your waist. It's too high."

The instructions are brief and leave no room for doubt.

Victoria bit her lower lip and obediently adjusted her posture.

Sweat trickled down her delicate jawline and dripped onto the dark yoga mat.

"Your breathing is erratic. I taught you how to control your diaphragm." Lynn's voice carried a hint of sternness.

Victoria's chest heaved violently as she tried to adjust to the instructions, but the exhaustion of her physical strength and the subtle psychological pressure made her feel somewhat powerless.

Just then, Lynn put down the phone stand.

He walked to Victoria's side, and placed a hand calloused from years of wielding a scalpel on her lower back.

"Tighten it here."

The warmth of the man's palm instantly penetrated her skin through the thin fabric of her sports bra.

"what!"

Victoria shuddered violently, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on or a startled deer.

She sprang up almost reflexively, completely disrupting her original standard support position, and fell back onto the yoga mat.

She turned her head, her gray-blue eyes looking at Lynn with fear and panic, her chest heaving violently, her eyes filled with helplessness.

"Card."

Lynn withdrew his hand and pressed the stop button.

This scene was unscripted, and the genuine physiological panic conveyed through the eyes and movements was a textbook example of "contrast seduction."

She has a firm grasp on the psychology of those fans in front of the screen who yearn to conquer her.

"Perfect," Lynn commented casually.

Filming is over.

After the adrenaline subsided, a wave of exhaustion instantly overwhelmed Victoria.

She didn't even have the strength to walk back to the bedroom. She just grabbed a cushion from the sofa and curled up on the large leather sofa.

The heavy velvet curtains completely shut out the hustle and bustle and danger of Manhattan, while the man who could solve all problems sat less than two meters away from her.

The extreme sense of security caused her brain to shut down rapidly.

In less than five minutes, even and long breathing could be heard coming from the sofa.

Lynn sat on a single sofa, replying to Satch's tracking progress on her phone.

Suddenly, a very soft murmur rang out in the quiet living room.

"Mother----"

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