Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 864

It had to be known that the Ghost Doctor was a divine savior that countless elites desperately sought out, yet could never track down.

A single pill casually tossed away by the Ghost Doctor could command astronomical prices on the black market!

Let alone handwritten notes containing core formulas.

This was literally trading money for a second chance at life!

Moreover, if someone could secure this manuscript.

If they could study just a fraction of it, and replicate even a hint of those life-extending formulas...

The resulting value would be incalculable!

Listening to the rolling waves of shock and awe, the Doyle family sitting in the front row beamed with overwhelming smugness.

This was the masterpiece they had bled themselves dry to acquire.

And this was exactly the reaction they wanted.

The Ghost Doctor's Childhood Notes were their ultimate trump card.

"Five hundred million! I bid five hundred million dollars!"

"Seven hundred million!"

"Eight hundred!"

The frenzied shouting drove the price up at a terrifying speed.

Those billionaires, who had maintained their dignified restraint all night, were now red in the face, screaming over each other to place bids.

They had the masks to thank for that.

It allowed them to abandon their pride and compete like savages.

"The Ghost Doctor's notes?"

Listening to the auctioneer, Nicholas turned his head to look at Serena, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "Since when do you write notes for people to find?"

Serena stared at the high-definition projection of the yellowed pages on the screen, her frown deepening.

The paper was severely creased, and the edges were frayed. It was obviously something from years ago.

The handwriting was chaotic and wild, yet carried a bizarrely structured neatness. It listed the names and ratios of various medicinal herbs, accompanied by multiple botanical sketches.

On every single page, there were a few seemingly nonsensical doodles and circled marks.

That was her handwriting.

That was her sketching style.

Those circles were her personal shorthand.

Those were, without a doubt, her notes.

By now, the bidding had already smashed through the two billion dollar mark.

Watching the absolute frenzy, Bianca was practically hyperventilating with excitement.

If only the Lancaster family were here tonight.

She finally remembered.

Weren't these the practice scraps she had scribbled out out of pure boredom in the Gray Zone when she was twelve or thirteen?

Yes, they contained pharmacological insights, and yes, there were a few formulas written down.

But the formulations on those pages...

Were things she had developed when she was twelve!

That was seven or eight years ago.

She had written them down and literally tossed them into the trash.

How did they end up in the hands of the Doyle family, paraded around as some miraculous artifact they had exhausted all their resources to find?

And why were these people fighting over them like rabid dogs?

If she had known this literal garbage was worth billions.

She would have scribbled out a few more pages and had Black Jack auction them off.

It was a mountain of free money.

"Judging by that incredibly complicated look on your face, those really are your notes." Seeing Serena's expression, Nicholas laughed out loud.

He looked at the familiar scrawl projected on the screen.

It was, undoubtedly, Serena's handwriting.