Janie chuckled. “So not only Mr. Faughn is a director, but he’s also a hero!”
“Indeed. The woman is in dire need of plastic surgery. Mr. Faughn wants to hire a plastic surgeon for her,” the female employee said.
“I see. I’ll look for him later and give him the contacts,” Janie said.
“Thank you, Ms. Eastwood. I’ll let Mr. Faughn know about it,” the female employee said.
“Mm.” Janie nodded. Then, she said to Emmeline, “Let’s go.”
As the two women walked down the stairs, Janie asked, “How is Mr. Ryker now? Is he getting better?”
“The antidote should be ready soon,” Emmeline replied. “It’s either today or tomorrow.”
“Mr. Adelmar is pretty amazing. There’s nothing he can’t do,” Janie said.
Emmeline only smiled. She also had to admit that Waylon was amazing, but the antidote would come from the previous owner of the Imperial Palace this time.
Two days was probably the maximum he could endure.
After dinner, Emmeline and Janie parted ways.
On the way back, Emmeline received a message from an unknown number.
Luca was driving, and Emmeline was sitting in the back seat. She switched her phone to silent mode so Luca would not be alerted by the frequent messages.
“Do you know the price for setting me up?”
Emmeline replied, “You’re not in a position to bargain, you b*stard.”
Adam smirked. Emmeline probably did not expect he had Mr. Ywain with him.
Mr. Ywain managed to unseal thirty percent of the technique.
On the first day, Adam nearly died from the pain. Every breath brought him immense agony.
He thought he was going to die.
Just like what Mr. Ywain said, the technique only brought him agony without causing death.
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