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Chapter 1262
Alan's expression was cold. "Just don't take it lightly." "I understand."
Alan lit a cigarette and gazed at the stars. "Mr. Maxwell has been in a bad mood these days. Comfort
him more so that he doesn't have another episode." "Alright."
Before he even finished his cigarette, the last woman was sent out. Alan extinguished his cigarette and
exchanged a glance with Wayne. "Is it over already?”
He had someone escort the women away and then entered the room himself. Wayne's collar was wide
open, revealing several noticeable lipstick marks. Yet, his face was as stormy as a cloudy sky.
"What kind of trash did you get for me?" he asked.
Not only did he feel nothing, but he was also disgusted.
"Mr. Maxwell, what kind of women do you like? Tell me clearly so that we can find someone suitable for
you." "Someone married and with children!"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAlan was speechless. "Does she also need to know medical techniques?" "That would be best."
It was almost as if he was about to name Olivia directly. Alan sighed. “I'll do my best." "And her?"
"She's been at the Royal Hospital all day. She's probably still there."
Wayne just left a remark, "Call me when you find someone." The next moment, he walked away.
Ike shrugged. "Don't bother looking. Even if we bring him Miss Universe, she still won't catch his eye."
In all the years Alan and Ike had been working for Wayne, when had they seen him take a particular
interest in a woman? This woman was the first. Given his obsessive nature, once he genuinely fell for
someone, that person might not be able to escape.
"But Ms. Ophelia is already married." "That's why Mr. Maxwell is still rational enough to look for
substitutes. But if the substitutes don't satisfy him and he loses his rationality, do you think he'll break
his chains and claim her for himself?”
What was impossible for others didn't mean it was impossible for Wayne. After all, he grew up in a
harsh and dirty environment.
Others might climb to their positions through family connections, wealth, and various support. He was
different. He made it through sheer ruthlessness and resilience.
Rules and morals didn’t matter as much as survival. To him, surviving was instinctual.
Initially, it was about surviving. Then, it became about power.
After achieving that, the next step would likely be to fulfill his desires.
Wayne hurried to the Royal Hospital and saw Olivia surrounded by venerable figures. They were all
significantly older than her.
They made detailed notes while wearing reading glasses and holding notebooks and pens.
Grant politely raised his hand. "Ms. Ophelia, could you slowly explain why you're adding this herb?
Doesn't it conflict with the others?"
Olivia patiently explained the dean's question, enlightening everyone. They looked at her with
admiration.
"Ms. Ophelia, you're still so young. Your future is boundless! May I ask who your mentors are?"
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Olivia replied, "I've had more than one teacher. I'm just a novice and dare not mention my esteemed
mentors' names, for fear of disgracing them." "You're being too modest, Ms. Ophelia." "Yes, indeed.
Such a talented and humble junior is rare."
After a round of compliments, Olivia stood up and stated, "I need to prepare some meds, so I'm afraid I
can't continue." "The president's illness is important. Please proceed."
Olivia nodded and entered the pharmacy, which housed thousands of herbal medicines. It was pretty
comprehensive.
She murmured to herself, "Cassia seeds, Gastrodia, Notopterygium, Angelica..."
She looked up at the drawer that stored Angelica above her head. She had to stand on tiptoes to open
it.
Suddenly, someone behind her effortlessly opened the drawer. Wayne's tall figure loomed over her
petite one. He grabbed a handful of Angelica, looked down, and asked her, "How much do you need?"
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