The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 526

In Crestwood, no matter how wealthy or powerful you were, there was one line no one dared to cross: you never offended anyone from the Crestwood Medical Research Center. After all, who could guarantee they'd never get sick in their lifetime?

For years, Scales had struggled with poor health. He'd always wanted treatment at the Crestwood Medical Research Center, hoping their renowned care could help him recover, but he'd been turned away again and again.

Now, spotting the director of the prestigious center among the guests, Scales couldn't hide his excitement. He strode forward, hand outstretched.

"Dr. Nathanael, it's an honor to finally meet you."

But Nathanael didn't even glance in his direction. He walked right past Scales without a word and stopped in front of Citrine.

Bowing his head, Nathanael spoke quietly to her. "Chairwoman, I'm so sorry we're late."

Citrine didn't seem bothered in the slightest. She replied softly, "It's nothing. No harm done."

Watching Nathanael and Citrine chat so familiarly, Scales' face twisted with envy and frustration, though he forced himself to remain composed.

All around, the other guests were stunned.

"What's going on here? Did Nathanael really come here today just for President Carmichael?"

"They look like they know each other really well."

me, or does Nathanael seem almost overly respectful toward

through

Nathanael stepped forward and addressed everyone, his tone clear and authoritative. "I'd like to make something clear: the NecroBlitz Tablets were indeed

Medical Research Center himself vouching for her, no one could possibly

way people looked at Citrine changed instantly-admiration and

Vitaflux, and now NecroBlitz Tablets. President Carmichael was the

an eighteen-year-old college student would achieve

in the room believed it-everyone except Scales, who reacted with sudden

fixed Nathanael and his group with a cold, sharp stare. "Impossible.

he was sure the only person capable of creating NecroBlitz Tablets had died fleeing Mirage

Citrine understood what Scales meant; to everyone else, his

Scales was cursing

Scales dead in the

icy and direct.

were developed by President Carmichael in

own lab. I was there, assisting her

him, and he continued, "Even if you don't believe me, do you really think

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