The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1001:

“Then keep working,” Jules said coolly. “Start by figuring out the molecular formula.”

Eaton took a big sip of coffee. His mustache twitched. “Easy for you to say, sitting there doing nothing! The last three substances took the entire research team three years to analyze. Hundreds of scientists ran thousands of extraction tests. And now you just throw out orders like it’s nothing!”

Jules looked up and gave him a quick glance. “How much funding do you need this time?”

Whenever Eaton started complaining about the challenges of research, it usually meant he was about to ask for a hefty sum.

“Well, you know how research drains money. All the data we get comes at a price. As for funding… the more, the better.” Eaton laughed. “Let’s start with fifty million.”

Jules gave him a quick sideways look. Then he pulled out his phone and dialed the bank. “It’s me. Transfer one hundred million to the usual account.”

Eaton heard that amount, his excitement shot through the roof, like a kid who had just found a candy

grew, so did a hint of

be this easy, he would

the table. “Forget about the

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left, both of which were tough to analyze. Every extraction experiment had failed, forcing them to use the slowest method—sorting through thousands of medicines

was also the most

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He stood there, watching Jules walk away. The eager anticipation in his eyes

face slowly faded. His gaze dropped to the box Jules

had no clear direction, and they could

long hair. She instinctively brushed it back over her shoulder and looked