Chapter 597

Chapter 597

"Ms. Wolfe took it to the lab because she was afraid you'd be fooled.

You didn't appreciate it and even criticized her?" Sabrina held Alondra,

who was so angry that her chest heaved, "Ms. Wolfe, don't care about

this kind of person. She doesn't know how to appreciate kindness."

Sylvia indifferently looked at them, “The key to making RL 133 lies in

lysimachiae, which ordinary people cannot cultivate. I heard about

those drugs you study, and what you are missing is lysimachiae.”

"What ... did you say?" Alondra’s face turned pale. "Lysimachiae?"

She had never even heard of such a thing.

“What is lysimachiae?'

“Yeah, lysimachiae," Sylvia put away all the information she had just

received on her phone about Alondra’s life story which she asked Alby

to investigate for her.

Alby was very efficient and sent her all the answers that Sylvia needed

within minutes.

Alondra, a nationally renowned professor of surgery, had a private

research lab that many investors supported financially. She had been

researching an anti-aging drug for some time now but hadn't achieved

significant results yet.

Therefore, Alondra was extremely anxious lately and under immense

pressure, since investors would hold her responsible if they didn't see

any progress soon enough.

Alby also sent her a copy of the ingredients of the drug that Alondra

had researched.

With just one glance, she could see the lack of ingredients inside and

Alondra’s distress.

"What the hell is lysimachiae? We've never heard of this thing, I only

know of strychnine," Sabrina said nonchalantly at Sylvia, her tone

aggressive and disdainful.

Those around were also confused.

“Lysiamchae isn't something money can buy easily," Sylvia chuckled

while explaining further, “It's actually an herb shaped like coins."

She suddenly took a step in Alondra’s direction, and Alondra couldn't

help but take a step backwards.

After retreating, she snapped out of it. Why should she lose face

against someone like Syliva, who only in her early twenties? Why

should she show fear?

But as soon as she raised her eyes, she met Sylvia's dark eyes, with

long lashes covering them, looking like a witch that confused people's

minds.

“I told you the formula, you can make any medicine you want, you can

even make RL 144 out of it."

Sylvia's red lips were slightly curled, charming and seductive, and a

hint of mockery flashed across her eyes, "Do whatever you want! I'll

wait."

Alondra stared at Sylvia incredulously, "You know the formula for RL

133? How do you know about lysimachiae, you're making it up, aren't

you?

"Yeah, you took a fake drug out to fool us in order to harm the old Mr.

Bennett, and you didn't let my mentor take it to the lab, and now you're

making up something that doesn't exist!"

Sabrina also straightened her chest, for the first time she found herself,

as Aettosa's top socialite, being dwarfed by Sylvia.

It was a feeling that made her feel very uncomfortable.

She disliked Sylvia very much, especially when she saw how polite

Jonathan had been to Sylvia, practically doing whatever she was told.

She hated Sylvia to the core.

Now ...

"Proof speaks louder than words. I heard that ... one pill of RL 133 was

sold on Mr. Gracia's auction. How about having Mr. Gracia come over

to identify it?" Suddenly the hospital's vice president said in a low voice.

Immediately there was an uproar, "Mr. Gracia auctioned off one pill?

Really?"

"How much did he sell it for?"

"How do you know that, Mr. Vice President?"

The vice president was a bit embarrassed - could he say that

sometimes he went to auctions himself and bought some trinkets

there?

"Well... I just heard from someone else..."

Alondra, however, seems to have grabbed the last straw, "Sabrina, you

immediately go and ask Mr. Gracia to come over in my name. Make

sure he makes that trip and comes to the hospital as soon as possible.”

Sabrina nodded and turned to leave.

Sylvia thought they were really boring. She was so tired and she had to

be here with such a group of people to study whether her medicine was

real or not?

It was beyond tedious!

"Mrs. Bennett, you keep the medicine and remember to give the old Mr.

Bennett. I'll leave now; just tell me the identification result later.”

"Miss Andrews, you're leaving so soon? Are you scared now or feeling

guilty?" Alondra glared at Sylvia; she must hit Sylvia's face hard today.

She must teach Sylvia a lesson and make the latter realize what a real

expert meant!

She believed that Sylvia saved the old Mr. Bennett by good luck.

And it was not because Sylvia was a real talent.

All day today, she was overshadowed by Sylvia, so she felt hatred and

anger.

But in front of so many people, she couldn't do anything to Sylvia.

"Why should I be afraid?" Sylvia raised an eyebrow, her eyes calm and

indifferent.