The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 1269

A bunch of folks wrapped up their meeting and quickly shuffled out of Dr. Ray's

office.

Manuel was still caught up in his own world, sighing as he walked about the disaster that wiped out his solution and erased all his computer data. He and a few other doctors had poured decades into this formula, and they were just about to kick off real human trials when everything went sideways.

While he remembered most of the basic data and had some backups at home, the intricate details of the formula were all stashed on his microcomputer. Trying to recreate the exact formula in no time seemed like a long shot. What a mess.

Ben had been sticking close to Manuel, and noticing his frustration, chimed in, "Hey, Manuel, I've got some notes on the solution over at my place. They're from when you and the team were working on the formula. Pretty detailed stuff, might help you out."

Manuel halted, "You've got notes? I need to see them, like, now."

Ben nodded, "They're in my office. I'll swing by with them soon."

them to the lab. I'm heading down there now to get back to work on

and he

Manuel hopped into the elevator down to

safe, and pulled out a set of handwritten notes from a document-filled folder. With a slight smile at the formula scribbled on the

lab, he buzzed the doorbell. After a moment, the door opened, and Ben handed the notes to Manuel, saying, "Here,

started flipping through the

several sheets, and it took him about ten minutes to skim through them. "These are well-organized,

eyelashes lowered a bit, but his face didn't give anything away, "There shouldn't be any errors. The formula's steps and ratios are pretty tricky, so it's normal for memories

mulled it over. Something still felt a bit off, but he didn't have the luxury to be picky.

that, he took the notes and went off to huddle with the other

hint of a smile

delivered all the ingredients Mirabella requested, and it took less than two hours to get