Under the heiress facade

For Camille, making medicine was much easier than acupuncture.

"Here are six more pills. Take one each day, and a full course lasts seven days," she said as she handed Florence a small bottle.

"Thank you so much, Ms. Chime. You're really kind. I'll make sure to take them on time!" Florence exclaimed joyfully.

Camille smiled and said nothing more. After returning to her study, she wrote down the formula and preparation method of the medicine. She also recorded Florence's condition after taking the medication for further observation.

As soon as she was done, her phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and answered the call.

"Ms. Chime, the patent for your special medication and the marketing authorization have both been approved. When will we begin production?" the person on the other end of the line asked.

That person was Wilson Ziegler, the general manager of a pharmaceutical company under Chime Corporation.

As soon as Dr. Shadow's paper was published, he immediately registered the drug's patent. His efficiency was impressive.

With the patent now approved, they just needed to obtain the formula, begin production, and submit the drug for testing by various departments before it could be marketed.

Camille was somewhat reluctant at first, but after seeing how effective the medicine was on Florence, she was convinced that the formula was reliable.

ingredients, the pills would

start small-scale production to gain a

the formula. Produce a small batch first. Remember, we need to keep it limited. Something rare

can develop such a special medication. It'll be an honor that goes down in history

words. Since being mistaken for Dr. Shadow,

expose her even after such a long time. That made

smile. Just then,

handsome man and a beautiful woman entering and leaving a hotel. The man was also seen affectionately kissing the woman's forehead under the night sky. The people in

become more

same unfamiliar

would you like to have a chat

Camille: "Time and location."

...

still didn't know that her formula had been preemptively patented

after settling Tiramisu, she changed into a more neutral outfit, put on a bucket hat and mask, and packed her laptop and the remaining pills. She took a cab to Astral Nova. Last night, right before going to sleep, she

directed her to the front desk. The receptionist then led her through a winding path to a