Chapter 1197 "I don't want others to be around me when I work."
Grandma Granger frowned. She looked at Guy who was still in a coma.
After a moment of hesitation, she walked out of the ward with Anthony.
When the door was shut, the so-called Dr. Nancy lowered her head to look at her costume with a disgusted look. She quickly took out a tube of blood and started transfusing blood into Guy.
Charmine turned around in the huge bed to hug Anthony, but her arms felt nothing beside her. She abruptly opened her eyes and noticed that the space beside her was empty, 1 Anthony was not there.
She thought of what Anthony said last night, and she instantly called him.
After the call was accepted, she asked, "Anthony, how did it go? Did you manage to get the blood to Guy?"
Anthony was not pleased.
She woke up and the first thing she asked about was Guy!? 1 He glowered. "We've successfully transfused his blood. You don't have to come to the hospital. Just go and meet those from M35 Lab." "Okay."
Charmine felt more at ease after hearing that. She fell silent and said, 'Thank you, darling."
Anthony's anger evaporated when he heard her calling him 'darling'. He felt energized.
"What did you call me, Charmine?"
Charmine's face heated up as she called out in a small voice, "Darling."
A gentle smile appeared on Anthony's face. "Okay, darling."
Charmine felt her cheeks getting warmer. She got out of bed. "Iâll get to work now." "Okay."
Charmine freshened up and went downstairs when she saw the slip on the table.
[Mommy, I'm going out to play with my friends. Donât worry about me.]
The note made Chris look like an innocent child.
Charmineâs eyes were filled with love.
This boy forgot all about her after getting friends.
After breakfast, Charmine contacted the scientists from M35 Lab.
Jack replied instantly, "We can't travel to certain places. Meet us at the Chelsea Hotel; weâll be waiting for you." 1 Charmine drove to the hotel, where seven to eight men sat together.
Charmine's eyes lit up. They had the same blood type as Guy!
Jack sat in front of her and began, "Ms. Jordan, our goal is simple. We want the formula for IMU. Let us know what your conditions are, and we'll try our best to meet your expectations."
Charmine's lips curled up. "I can give you the formula, but I need each of you to donate three hundred milliliters of blood per month." 'What?!" The group of men was shocked.
Their blood was as precious as their lives. They would never donate blood.
They would use up a sizable quantity of blood every month for research. Adding 300 milliliters on top of that would cost their lives!
The men objected.
"Ms. Jordan, anything but our blood." 'We can pay you! Do you want ten million? A billion? Just give us a price!"
Money?
Charmine narrowed her eyes. She opened her folder and handed over a document. "Everyone may have a look at this document."
Linder the impression that she was giving them an IMU-related document, the men gathered to have a look.
However, they were all shocked in the next second, their eyes filled with disbelief.
It was the list of the richest individuals in Burlington, and this young lady in front of them was No. 2!
Charmine looked at the crowd. "Do you still want to talk about money?" her tone was wild and arrogant.
'No, thanks!â spoke the men inwardly.
It seemed that they had to change tactics.
How would they negotiate with this woman in front of them...