The Enigmatic Return (Nancy’s And Roxanne )

Chapter 1526

Chapter 1526 Fall Into Your Hands

“I’m heading there, and it’s even safer than this spot, so no need to stress. Once I’m in, I’ll hustle to whip up that antidote. Mr. Grey has this lab decked out with the latest equipment and drugs. I’m planning to borrow that lab!”

Given Neera’s resolved decision, Jean acknowledged it.

The subsequent day, he bid her farewell at the airport.

Upon Neera’s return to the World Medical Alliance, Eugene expressed notable surprise. “Well, what brings you back here?”

Neera, having obtained the virus sample, handed over the virus data to Eugene without uttering a word.

“I’m aiming to create an antidote for this virus, Mr. Grey. I’m hoping you’d be gracious enough to let me use that top secret laboratory of yours for this mission.”

When he heard this, Eugene’s expression immediately soured. “I knew it! You’re the type who only shows up when there’s a motive. You never return when things are quiet, but when you do, it’s always for a major request! You’ve got some nerve. Last time, you wanted access to the top-floor library, and now you’re seeking to borrow the top secret laboratory. Why should I lend it to you?” he remarked deliberately.

Neera remained unfazed; instead, she met his gaze with a smile. “If you agree to lend it to me, I can offer you a complimentary protection system for the next three years.”

Her words intrigued Eugene, but he was not one to make deals easily. He initiated negotiations, clenching his fist. “Three years won’t cut it. That’s the top-secret laboratory. Apart from the vice

president and my team, no one else in the entire World Medical Alliance has ever set foot in there. If I were to lend it to you, it would require at least a ten-year agreement.”

Neera had anticipated a substantial request from Eugene. With composure, she extended her hand and proposed, “Five years.”

Knowing when to settle, Eugene emphatically slapped his hand on the table. “You said it yourself, no turning back now. We’ll draft a contract and sign it soon.”

Neera, prioritizing the antidote’s development, had no inclination to engage in prolonged negotiations. She swiftly took the access card for the top-secret laboratory from Eugene’s hand. Without a second glance, she replied, “Whatever you want! I’ll sign anything!”

In the ensuing week, not only did she borrow Eugene’s top-secret laboratory, but she also enlisted the help of his team. Together, they dedicatedly conducted research in the lab for a week, eventually producing the antidote.

Afterward, with no time for respite, Neera promptly boarded a flight back to Phison.

She felt groggy during the journey, a pervasive discomfort permeating her entire body. She attributed it to the strain of the intensive week.

Her plan was to hand over the antidote upon landing and assess the situation. However, unexpectedly, she lost consciousness before the plane touched down.

Upon regaining consciousness, Neera found herself at the Gordon residence, the sunset casting a dazed ambiance through the window.

Jean had remained faithfully by her bedside. Observing her attempt to rise, he swiftly assisted her. “You’re awake. You really scared me this time. I came to pick you up, but you were nowhere to be

seen. Then I found out you had fainted on the plane. Thank goodness you’re all right.”

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Just roused from her slumber, Neera still felt a bit frail, her voice hoarse. “What happened to me? How long have I been back here?”

“I’ve asked Mr. Grey about the situation. How could you push yourself to the limit like this, staying awake for a week in the lab? You really don’t take your health seriously. Yes, developing the antidote is important, but have you ever thought about what would I do if something were to happen to you? Have you ever considered how it would affect the children as well? You collapsed from exhaustion this time, and we were lucky. But what if something serious had happened? What then?”

For the first time, Jean addressed her with a stern expression. Neera was initially surprised, but then she understood that he was genuinely upset. Without uttering a word, she threw herself into his arms, holding onto his waist tightly and refusing to let go.

“I’m sorry, I was wrong. I know I messed up, but I was just anxious. I promise I won’t do it again. Can you please not be angry?”

Jean found himself at a loss for words. The way she admitted her mistake so swiftly left him somewhat bewildered.

Maintaining a serious demeanor, he feigned stiffness in his response, “Acting cute won’t work.’

However, the more he insisted, the more Neera snuggled up in his arms.

Eventually, Jean found himself without any counterarguments, instinctively holding her close. “You’re really going to be the death of me. If you do this again next time, I’m genuinely going to get angry, the kind that can’t be appeased.”

Upon hearing everything, Neera chuckled, “Got it.” She then inquired, “Oh, by the way, has the antidote been distributed?”

Jean gently smoothed her slightly disheveled hair. “Caleb has already taken care of it. He worked quickly, using your formula to produce a batch of medicine. It’s been distributed to some of the family heads in District Twenty, and the effects are quite promising. The disease in District Twenty has been alleviated. Everyone knows it was you who developed it, and they can’t stop singing your praises.”

Neera wasn’t particularly interested in the accolades but genuinely felt glad for their well-being. “I’m relieved. The illness is under control, which puts my mind at ease.” © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

She then shifted her attention to matters concerning the research base.

Jean shared some positive news with her, “While you were still with the World Medical Alliance, Lordsworth Estate had gathered a significant number of people to launch an attack on the research base. We’ve managed to uncover most of their routes and executed a well-planned pincer strategy. Additionally, the research base contained a substantial supply of chemical drugs, which detonated during the struggle. Fortunately, the individuals from Lordsworth Estate didn’t suffer severe damage, and those who were captured were successfully rescued.”

Neera was elated to hear this update, “Fantastic! After so many days, I finally get to hear some good news!”

Jean raised an eyebrow. “There’s even better news. Tomorrow, all the families will unite and head to the guild’s headquarters together. We’re going to have a showdown with the guild, a fight to the finish.”

Neera’s eyes widened in surprise. “That fast?”

“Of course. It’s wise to solve something quickly. All right, don’t dwell on it any longer. Have a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow, when you’re fully recharged, I’ll take you to watch a play.”

That night, due to her lingering weakness, Neera retired early.

The next day, just as dawn was breaking, all the families gathered as planned. They formed a grand procession heading toward the guild’s headquarters, and amidst the chaos, they razed the building.

Despite the guild members’ attempts to resist, they were ultimately outnumbered.

Neera observed the turmoil, feeling a bit anxious. Fortunately, Jean held her hand throughout, reassuring her, “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

The revolt persisted for a solid two hours until all the guild members, including Matthew, were eventually apprehended.

Even the elusive guild president, perpetually shrouded in mystery, found himself captured this time.

As he was escorted out, appearing quite pitiful, his eyes scanned the crowd. Suddenly, they locked onto Jean’s face. “Who would have thought, I would finally fall into your hands.”

Upon hearing these words, many in the crowd were left perplexed.

Neera shared the

sentiment, casting a sidelong glance at Jean with an indescribable expression.

Simultaneously, the loyal confidants of Lordsworth Estate redirected their attention toward Jean in unison, respectfully addressing him, “My Lord!”