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“I intend to,” Erick replied, his voice full of warmth.
As Isabella watched the heartfelt exchange between Susan and her grandfather, a sense of calm washed over her. Despite the tensions between Susan and her father, it was clear that her grandfather’s love and support were steadfast.
Isabella lingered at the hospital until after lunch before finally heading back to work. On her drive, a sense of unease began to creep in. Glancing in the rearview mirror, she noticed a car following her.
Isabella’s eyes narrowed. Was someone tailing her? But who could it be and why? She quickly scanned her mind for her enemies in Gemond or Ansport, but couldn’t quite determine who it might be.
Without missing a beat, she pressed down on the gas. Her luxury car roared through the traffic, expertly maneuvering between vehicles. Startled drivers and pedestrians turned their heads, one even leaning out of his car window, shouting, “Is that for a movie?”
In no time, Isabella shook off her pursuer and arrived at Edge Entertainment, ready to start her workday.
In the midst of a busy afternoon, Isabella’s phone rang—it was Jared. “Boss, I’ve got some information on the matter you asked me to look into.”
“Is it about Damari?” Isabella asked, her attention sharpening.
“Exactly. There’s a lab that’s been developing a medication specifically for his condition. They’ve been at it for years, but it’s still incomplete. Interestingly, they even tried to bring you on board as a consultant,” Jared explained. “I’ve heard that the drug is eighty percent complete. Only the final, crucial step remains. This medication could be a game-changer for Damari’s heart condition.”
This was the breakthrough Isabella had been waiting for.
“Perfect. Send me the lab’s name,” she said.
A few moments later, the lab’s name popped up on her screen—it was located in Ansport. Without hesitation, Isabella sent an email to the lab under her alias, Mia.
It didn’t take long for a reply to arrive.
“Are you really Dr. Mia? We’ve been hoping you would join our research! When can you come? I’ll arrange a meeting with our boss!” The enthusiasm in the response was palpable.
Isabella quickly typed back, “How about today?”
“Great! I’ll send you the contact details for our boss. He’ll get in touch with you today. See you soon!”
“Alright,” Isabella replied quickly.
Not long after, Isabella received a call from the lab’s boss. “Hello?”
The voice on the other end was deep and magnetic. For a moment, Isabella hesitated—there was something oddly familiar about it. She quickly dismissed the thought. There was no way Andrew could be the boss of a lab.
“Hello,” Isabella responded, slightly adjusting her voice. “This is Mia. I’m interested in joining your lab, but I have one condition: I need to take one dose of the medication with me once the work is complete.”
“That won’t be a problem. Let’s set up a meeting.” The boss agreed without hesitation.
“Sure!” Isabella agreed.
They quickly arranged a time and place to meet. Isabella was impressed with the efficiency of her new partner. After work, she changed into something more casual and headed to the restaurant where they had agreed to meet. When she arrived, she noticed someone already seated in the private dining room.
The man sat quietly, sipping coffee, exuding an air of effortless nobility. Isabella stopped in her tracks, stunned. Had she walked into the wrong place? It was Andrew!
Andrew’s attention snapped to the doorway at the sound of a noise, his gaze landing on a woman wearing a mask. The visible portion of her face appeared ordinary, clearly the result of carefully applied makeup. Naturally, the enigmatic Mia wouldn’t easily unveil her true identity. Yet, despite the concealment, there was something oddly familiar about her.
“Please, have a seat, Dr. Mia,” Andrew invited, gesturing toward the chair opposite him.
Isabella, lost in her thoughts for a moment, blinked and then made her way over, gracefully lowering herself into the seat. Her voice was calm when she said, “I didn’t expect the boss of the laboratory to be you, Mr. Klein.”
Andrew’s eyebrows arched in mild surprise. “You know me? I thought you were living a secluded life.” He leaned back slightly, studying Mia’s every movement with caution.
“Yes, I’m the one in charge of this lab. I won’t lie—I created this lab for my grandfather. His illness is progressing, and time isn’t on our side. I need to develop a cure as soon as possible.”
“I see.” Isabella nodded, a newfound respect glimmering in her eyes. “Don’t worry. I’ll do my best.”
Both Andrew and Corbett were Damari’s grandsons, yet while Corbett was consumed with his quest for power, Andrew was quietly fighting to save Damari. Beneath Andrew’s cold and distant exterior, there was a deep well of loyalty and care—qualities she hadn’t fully appreciated before. She couldn’t help but feel fortunate to have such a man by her side.
“Shall we order?” Andrew suggested, handing her the menu.
Isabella scanned the options and chose a few dishes that caught her eye. When Andrew glanced over her selections before passing the order to the waiter, a flicker of surprise crossed his face. Was it just a coincidence? The dishes Mia had chosen were uncannily similar to Isabella’s favorites.
As their meal was served, the conversation naturally shifted to their work at the laboratory. Andrew listened intently, his initial wariness giving way to genuine admiration. This woman’s expertise was undeniable; each word she spoke reinforced his belief that she was indeed the real Mia—after all, such knowledge and insight could only come from true experience.
“Mr. Klein, you’ve hardly touched your food. Please, have some,” Isabella urged, gently placing a piece of meat on his plate.
Andrew glanced down at the meat and replied curtly, “Thank you.”
Still, Isabella couldn’t help but notice that Andrew hadn’t so much as touched the meat she put on his plate. As the dinner neared its end, she couldn’t resist needling him a little. “Mr. Klein, are you worried I might poison you?”
Andrew met her gaze, his expression calm but measured. “If I were, I wouldn’t have come. The truth is, I have a girlfriend.”
For a moment, Isabella was caught off guard. That was the last response she’d expected… But seeing how serious Andrew was, she couldn’t help teasing, “Your girlfriend’s never going to know, right? Is it really necessary to be so… principled, Mr. Klein?”
Andrew’s face softened, his tone earnest. “She’s someone I love deeply. It’s not about principles; it’s about respect. I don’t want to do anything that might hurt her.”
Isabella raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “Most women wouldn’t be bothered by something like this, right? Isn’t that a bit… petty?”
“I wouldn’t say she’s petty. It’s my duty to maintain some distance from other women to show my commitment,” Andrew replied, his voice steady with conviction.
Isabella found herself both amused and unexpectedly pleased by his response.
As they exited the restaurant, she playfully brushed against his arm, only for Andrew to sidestep slightly, keeping his distance. “Shall we head to the lab now?” he asked.
“Of course,” Isabella replied, her demeanor instantly turning professional at the mention of work.
The lab was nestled in the quiet suburbs, far from prying eyes. Though the area seemed unassuming, the security was anything but, with guards patrolling both inside and out. The building itself looked like a simple residential block, but as they descended into the basement, it was like stepping into a completely different world.
The basement was reinforced with bulletproof and blaze-resistant materials—a clear indication of the substantial resources Andrew had poured into this facility. The deeper they ventured, the more amazed Isabella was at how sophisticated the facility was.
Finally, they arrived at the office. As soon as Andrew stepped inside, the air shifted. The team, who had been deep in discussion, immediately rose to their feet and greeted him respectfully, “Good evening, boss.”
Isabella’s eyes flickered towards Andrew curiously. In here, Andrew was a completely different man—a puzzle she was slowly piecing together. Each new detail she uncovered only made him more intriguing, more enigmatic.
“Good evening, everyone. Please, take your seats,” Andrew said, his voice cold and authoritative.
As chairs scraped against the floor, all eyes inevitably drifted towards the stranger beside him.
“Allow me to introduce our lab’s newest member, Dr. Mia,” Andrew announced calmly.
At the mention of Mia, a ripple of excitement coursed through the gathered scientists.
Dr. Mia? Her reputation preceded her—a figure of almost mythic proportions in the medical world. Her surgeries, famous for their daunting difficulty, were the kind that even seasoned surgeons hesitated to attempt. Yet, she had succeeded in operating them.
But as the scientists took in the young woman standing before them, there was a collective pause. Mia looked so ordinary, almost unassuming.
“Hi, everyone,” Isabella greeted, her voice casual, almost too casual for someone with her reputation.
“Is this really Dr. Mia?” a voice questioned, tinged with doubt.
“In the flesh,” Isabella replied, her calmness unwavering. Her composed assurance left little room for skepticism. After all, if Andrew himself had brought her here, there could be no mistake. Soon, the hesitation evaporated, replaced by enthusiastic applause.
“This is incredible! With Dr. Mia joining us, our progress will skyrocket!” someone enthused, the excitement in the voice infectious.
The lab’s data was then turned over to Mia, who pored over it with intense focus. After all, developing the medication was no easy feat. Isabella skimmed through the stacks of information, and what would have taken an ordinary person days to absorb, she digested in a matter of minutes.
“There’s something wrong here.” Isabella pointed out a mistake, her tone calm but firm. A researcher approached and asked, “Belen, did you write this?” Belen Pearson, another researcher, came over to inspect the document. “Yes, I wrote it. There’s nothing wrong with it!”
“The pharmaceutical method you are using doesn’t allow the pharmaceuticals to reach their full potential, which is why your experiments haven’t been successful,” Isabella said, her voice carrying a hint of indifference.
Belen frowned, feeling a surge of irritation. She was an expert in medical materials, unmatched in Lorpond. But this newcomer was questioning her method, which made her skeptical. “‘Dr. Mia, you’re a genius in surgery, but that doesn’t mean you know more about pharmaceuticals than I do. I assure you, no one will say my approach is flawed.”
“It’s not flawed—it’s just not perfect,” Isabella replied, her voice steady. “If you use my method, the results will be far better.” She quickly scribbled a few notes and handed them to Belen.
Belen took the paper, her brow furrowing. What kind of method was this? She had never encountered anything like it before. Despite seeing the confidence in Isabella’s expression, Belen still felt a twinge of doubt.
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