She couldn’t hide her anger. Her skin had prickled, almost like a premonition before Khiem had said the name out loud. No one here knew about her previous relationship with Reuben. Once he’d found out where she lived he hadn’t exactly wanted the world to know about their connection. Reuben was the type of guy who wanted to move in the right circles and be seen with the ‘in’ crowd. Lien would never be one of those people.

      Even if the others had known about her past relationship, she wouldn’t expect them to turn down the services of a free plastic surgeon. She could think of a few patients straight off the top of her head who could really benefit from seeing him. As angry as she was at him for turning up at her hospital, she could be rational enough to put the needs of the patients first.

      She stalked down the corridor and into the nearest bathroom, closing the door behind her and splashing some water on her face, then she rested her hands at the side of the sink and just breathed.

      This wasn’t an accident. Reuben was far too calculating for that. She’d tried to ignore him over the last few years, but his reputation had grown and grown, and his publicity machine had been working overtime.

      His beaming face had adorned countless magazine covers as he’d become known as the ‘plastic surgeon to the stars’. There was much speculation about who he’d worked on. Hollywood film stars, a top British model, three Bollywood stars and numerous other celebrities had been seen on his arm, or in his company, over the last few years. It seemed deliberate. Every time things quietened down he would whirl along some pavement with some new star and the press would go mad again. The latest rumour involved politicians, a few of whom seemed to have reversed the aging process.