The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 834

"She became utterly convinced that you were diagnosed with a terminal illness and had only weeks left to live. She thought you were sleeping early and booking vacations just to spend your final, tragic days with her."

"You really need to clear the air, Caleb. The poor woman is probably going to suffer from a panic attack every time you cough."

Caleb was utterly speechless. No wonder Ophelia had looked so unhinged this morning. She literally thought she was about to be a widow.

It seemed he really did need to fast-track that hospital exam just to prove he wasn't secretly dying.

It was a hilarious blunder, but Claire brushed it off, ending the call with a quick goodbye.

Owen then gave Claire a grand tour of the R&D department, finally handing her a sleek jar of their finished product.

The cream was perfectly formulated according to her exact recipe, but since it was mass-produced by industrial machinery rather than handcrafted by her, the potency was inevitably diluted.

"I'll take this back and test it out," she mused.

Since her reputation was attached to the formula, she needed to know exactly how it performed in the real world.

Owen blinked. "Wait, do you even have any scars to test it on?"

How do you test a scar-removal cream on flawless skin?

Claire paused. Right. Because she always used her own premium handmade salves, she didn't have a single blemish on her body, and she certainly hadn't suffered any fresh injuries recently.

What, was she supposed to slice her own arm open just for a product test?

"Never mind. Just show me the clinical trial results. I can assess the efficacy purely through the data."

"Done." Owen led her over to the analytics dashboard, pulling up the digital profiles of every test subject.

After scanning the before-and-after metrics, Claire felt a wave of satisfaction regarding the mass-produced version.

Even with the slight drop in potency, this formula was more than enough to obliterate the scars of the average consumer.

"Oh, by the way, I handed off a sample jar to that A-list actor my mom manages."

"You mean Oakley?" Claire frowned, thinking it was a waste. "Oakley already has a stash of my handcrafted ointment. This factory version is definitely going to feel like a downgrade to him."

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