All Chapters of WIFE KICKED MILLIONAIRE MEDICAL GOD HUSBAND: Chapter 101
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Chapter One hundred and one
At the heart of the event stood Elise van Rijn and Dr. Lukas Brandt, the celebrated duo whose Rotterdam gala launch had transformed from an ambitious dream into a movement. Their new mission was even bolder — a virtual herbalist apprenticeship program, bridging digital education with ancestral plant knowledge, bringing opportunity to the most remote healers and students on earth.The conference hall was vast, filled with live translators in small booths, rows of glowing tablets, and a world map on a holographic display showing glowing dots — regions where the pilot program would soon take root. Elise adjusted her microphone, her calm yet commanding voice carrying across the hall. “For centuries, herbal knowledge has lived in fragments — in the rainforests, deserts, and mountains — often out of reach of structured learning. Today, we begin the unification of that wisdom, not by replacing it, but by connecting it.”A ripple of nods passed through the crowd. Cameras clicked.Lukas stood
Chapter One hundred and two
Rain fell softly over Rotterdam’s harbor, blurring the city’s skyline into watercolor grays. Inside the Global Herbal Foundation’s headquarters, Elise watched the storm through the tall glass windows, her reflection merging with the movement of the water below. The past few months had transformed their project from a European initiative into an international movement, but expansion came with its own tempests.Today was another crucial step. Latin American health councils were joining the virtual summit to evaluate the apprenticeship program’s potential. If they agreed, their collaboration could extend the platform to millions across Brazil, Colombia, and Chile. But Elise knew it wouldn’t be easy.Lukas entered the boardroom, sleeves rolled up, eyes bright despite the long week behind him. “They’ve confirmed attendance. Bogotá, São Paulo, and Santiago are all online.” He smiled, setting down his tablet beside hers. “We make our case, they see the truth. That’s the plan.”Elise returned
Chapter One hundred and three
The Hague Conference Center shimmered beneath the pale winter sun, its glass walls catching reflections of people from across the world gathered for the Global Education Forum. Inside, the air pulsed with energy—academics, policymakers, and innovators converging to shape the future of learning. Among them stood Elise, Lukas, and Sofia, their recent success in Rotterdam still alive in whispers across the hall.For Lukas, today carried a quiet solemnity. In his hands rested a small wooden case lined with faded velvet. Inside lay a seventeenth-century herbal manuscript, its pages filled with careful handwriting and ancient diagrams—centuries of medicinal wisdom preserved through his lineage. He had always believed it wasn’t his to keep but to pass on. When he stepped to the podium, the hum of conversation faded instantly.“Knowledge should not live behind closed doors,” Lukas began, his voice calm but firm. “This manuscript survived wars, storms, and neglect because those before us value
Chapter One hundred and four
Elise, calm but composed, adjusted the folder in front of her, filled with project proposals, testimonials, and reports from partner universities. Lukas sat beside her, hands folded, expression measured but determined. This moment represented more than an administrative hurdle—it was legitimacy, proof that the bridge they were building between ancient knowledge and modern learning could stand on the global stage.Across from them, the head evaluator, a woman named Dr. Van der Meer, began the proceedings. “Your fund has gathered international attention,” she said, her tone neutral. “We admire your transparency, but recent concerns have arisen regarding cultural sensitivity in your training modules. Specifically, that traditional knowledge might be presented through Western frameworks rather than respecting indigenous methodologies.”Elise blinked. It was a calculated accusation—one she could already trace back to a familiar source.As if on cue, Dr. Holt appeared on the projection scre
Chapter One hundred and five
They stood together on the small, elevated stage, the blue and green emblem of their newly founded Meyer–van Rijn Fellowship Fund glowing behind them. The symbol—two leaves intertwined into the shape of a globe—was simple, yet it carried the weight of everything they had built: unity, renewal, and a belief that ancient herbal wisdom could find a future in modern science. Elise looked at Lukas, his eyes focused, calm as ever, but she could sense the emotion beneath the surface. Years of doubt and rejection had shaped this night. Every word mattered.“When we began,” Lukas said, his voice steady and deep, “we were told that this vision was too ambitious—that herbal education could never bridge cultures or be recognized as legitimate science. But the impossible only remains so until someone believes otherwise.”The audience stirred, drawn in by his sincerity. Elise felt pride warm through her chest as she took the microphone next. “This fellowship,” she said, her accent soft but delibera
Chapter One hundred and six
The Amsterdam Global Sustainability Summit buzzed with the energy of change. In the towering glass atrium of the RAI Convention Centre, hundreds of delegates from around the world gathered beneath banners that read “Green Future, Shared Future.” Cameras flashed, translators whispered through earpieces, and the air hummed with anticipation. Among the speakers listed on the massive digital screen, two names drew the most attention: Dr. Elise van Rijn and Dr. Lukas Meyer. Their fellowship had already revolutionized herbal education; now they were back to redefine how herbal production itself could coexist with the planet.Elise stood at the podium, her silhouette framed by the soft morning light spilling through the ceiling-high windows. “For years,” she began, “herbal research has been caught between tradition and industrialization. But if we truly believe in sustainability, our methods must respect not only people but also the earth that nurtures every leaf we study.” She gestured towa
Chapter One hundred and Seven
Elise adjusted the microphone, her voice calm but commanding. “For centuries, Asian herbal knowledge has been the backbone of natural medicine,” she began. “Our initiative isn’t here to replace that. We’re here to empower it—with transparency, shared data, and zero-carbon cultivation.”Lukas stood beside her, projecting the sourcing map onto a panoramic screen. Each glowing node marked verified farms and supplier communities—Sri Lanka’s spice co-ops, Vietnam’s herbal distilleries, Thailand’s lemongrass valleys. Every point was tagged with real-time carbon metrics, traceable down to the last shipment.“For too long,” Lukas said, “sustainability was something companies claimed rather than proved. Today, we show proof.”Applause rose, tentative but sincere. Representatives leaned forward, nodding. Yet even amid the growing excitement, Elise noticed a flicker of unease ripple through the press section—messages being exchanged, glances traded. Something was off.By the time the presentatio
Chapter One Hundred and Eight
The Hague shimmered beneath a soft drizzle, its cobblestone streets glistening as delegates filed into the International Environmental Forum. The grand hall buzzed with anticipation—NGO leaders, policy makers, investors, and environmental scientists gathered under one roof to discuss the future of sustainable biodiversity. But all talk circled around one name: Lukas Meyer.Word had spread quickly. Lukas was set to unveil something extraordinary—a donation so rare it could redefine botanical conservation: a living eco-herbal seed bank, containing over two thousand species of endangered medicinal plants cultivated under verified carbon-neutral methods.When Lukas stepped onto the stage, the audience fell into a reverent hush. Behind him, a panoramic display revealed the seed bank—a sleek, glass-encased system of preservation pods, each labeled, catalogued, and digitally traceable.“These seeds,” Lukas began, his voice measured and low, “represent centuries of natural wisdom. They are no
Chapter One hundred and Nine
The Global Green Herbal Fund, their most ambitious sustainability initiative yet, had made international headlines. Its seed bank donation and community-based eco-practices had already attracted investors and conservationists across continents. But without EU eco-certification, its projects couldn’t qualify for major European grants or partner with regional green organizations.Elise had anticipated resistance—but not from within the room itself.At the far end of the table sat Mira van der Berg, now disguised behind a thin smile and a stack of documents. Despite her public disgrace in The Hague, she’d resurfaced as an “independent environmental consultant,” conveniently hired by the Commission to review the fund’s data.Her presence felt like a storm cloud.“Doctor Meyer,” van der Berg began smoothly, “your report on emission offsets is… ambitious. But according to our preliminary audit, your herbal production model still lacks a verifiable path to complete carbon neutrality.”Lukas’
Chapter One hundred and ten
Rotterdam sparkled that night, the river glimmering with reflections from the grand eco-gala hosted at the new Sustainable Futures Pavilion. The air buzzed with excitement as global investors, environmental scientists, and social entrepreneurs gathered beneath the towering glass canopy to celebrate the official launch of the Global Green Herbal Fund.It had been years in the making—months of research, policy fights, endless reviews, and sleepless nights. But at last, Elise and Lukas stood side by side on the main stage, ready to present what they had built together.The gala’s theme—From Seed to System—was more than just words. Around the hall, holographic displays showed visuals of the fund’s projects already in motion: green herbal farms in Kenya and Thailand, solar-powered extraction plants in Portugal, and research hubs in South Korea and Canada. Each project embodied their shared dream of merging traditional herbal wisdom with modern sustainability.Elise took the podium first, h