The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1001:noveldrama

“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.”

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

But as his excitement grew, so did a hint of regret.

If he’d known it would be this easy, he would have asked for more.

Jules casually spun his phone on the table. “Forget about the funding. I need you to analyze the rest of the substances.”

Eaton eagerly poured the coffee. “Don’t worry, we’ll give it everything we’ve got!”

They still had two substances 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 to compare and screen.

It was also the most expensive approach.

Jules glanced at him briefly, his tone icy. “Update me with any progress right away!”

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“Got it!” Eaton said. He stood there, watching Jules walk away. The eager anticipation in his eyes never wavered.

The grin on his face slowly faded. His gaze dropped to the box Jules had left behind. A dark gleam flickered in his eyes.

Jules stepped out of the research institute and told his trusted aide, “Get all the experts from the blood analysis institute here, now!” Previously, their research had no clear direction, and they could only experiment with Corrine’s blood. But now, with the medication as a clue, he refused to believe they wouldn’t make any progress.

After a long drive, the car finally pulled up to the dock. The sea breeze played with Corrine’s long hair. She instinctively brushed it back over her shoulder and looked around. “Why are we here?” she asked.

“To finish the ceremony,” Nate said, pulling a soft ribbon from his pocket. “Can I help you?”

Corrine gathered her long hair and nodded.

As the ribbon covered her eyes, everything around her went dark. Nate took her hand and led her forward, walking at a slow pace. Though Corrine couldn’t see where they were going, a strong floral scent began to fill the air.

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