Chapter 1290

Mirabella felt like her mind was tangled in a flickering thread, impossible to

untangle or make sense of. Staring at her phone, she didn't bother waiting for Cassandra's reply before typing, "Don't let Morgan come out."

Y: "Too late... He left three days ago."

Seeing this, Mirabella rubbed her temples, typing back, "Got it. Just make sure to reach out to him and bring him back."

Y: "Alright."

After giving a few more instructions, Mirabella ended the chat. She looked out of the car window, her brows furrowing without her realizing. Maybe it was the box of medicine in her hand that stirred this uneasy feeling inside her. It had been ages since she felt such an indescribable anxiety. She could only hope it was just a trick of her mind.

**

Pharmaceutical Association, in

stared blankly at Presley, "Why did you agree to Dean's request without checking with

have changed anything? Could

face darkened, "Don't forget, I'm the President of the Association. Some

years? Our standing

can't bring any benefits to the Association, why should you

had soured. He'd always had ambitions, but now he was being blatant about it. Suppressing his annoyance, David asked, "So,

call the farmer, I'll have to. You want to be the gentleman, that's fine,

whipped out his phone, found Paul's number, and dialed it right in front of

this, David

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