The Scorned Heiress's Hidden Empire (by Jade Quinn) novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62

Chapter 62

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Natalie logged out of the Obsidian Net without responding. She grabbed a sheet of stationery and picked up a pen. Her handwriting was crisp and lean, each stroke swift and precise, as she quickly jotted down a list of botanical components.

After a few minutes, the paper was half full.

Natalie took a photo of the list and sent it to a contact named “Larkin.”

Natalie: [Tomorrow morning, bring yourself and the medicine to St. Alden Medical Center.]

Larkin: [Got it.]

Once that was done, Natalie finally started typing up her novel.

With nothing else to do for the rest of the day, she went ahead and uploaded two chapters and then set up a scheduled

release for tomorrow.

When she checked her phone again, it was already past eleven.

Rosie had blown up her phone with messages, basically asking if she wanted to go to the class get–together the day after

tomorrow.

Natalie: [Do you actually want to go?]

Rosie: [Kind of. There are only a few annoying people in our class anyway, and we probably won’t even see each other

after graduation.]

Natalie: [Alright, I’ll go with you.]

Rosie: [Love you, Natalie.]

Rosie sent a cute emoji.

Natalie didn’t reply. She set her phone down and headed for the bathroom.

The next morning, at St. Alden Medical Center, the conference room on the 15th floor was tense.

The long table was packed with hospital execs, respiratory specialists, the head of infectious diseases, the pharmacy director, plus a handful of guest experts who’d flown in overnight from all over.

Everyone had a thick medical file in front of them, with “Eleanor Whitmore” boldly written across the cover.

Victor, the head of a department, stood by the projector, having just wrapped up the last briefing on Eleanor’s case

“After reviewing the case, the panel reached a consensus that conventional treatment is no longer effective,” he said.

“The infection has proven resistant to every antifungal agent currently available, and her pulmonary condition es continuing to deteriorate. If we can’t find an alternative approach within a week, I’m afraid.”

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He left the sentence hanging, but everyone in the room knew what he was getting at.

The conference room went dead silent.

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Charles Bennett, the hospital director, rubbed his temples, sounding worn out. “Did we ever get through to Evergarden?”

Victor shook his head. “No reply so far, and honestly, we don’t even know if we reached the right person.”

The tension in the conference room thickened even more.

The words “no reply” hung heavy in the air.

Quentin, a professor, frowned, clearly frustrated. “Seriously, what is this Evergarden, and who is The Gardener? We’ve got the best doctors in the country right here, and we’re just supposed to wait for a reply from someone who might not even

be real?”

No one said a word.

After a few seconds of silence, Harold, an elderly expert seated in the corner, finally spoke, “Quentin, it’s only natural to

have doubts if you’ve never dealt with Evergarden before.”

A leading authority in alternative medicine, he was seventy–three, his hair snow–white, his eyes still sharp and clear. He

had been invited as a special consultant and had barely spoken during the journey until now.

Quentin was stunned. “You’ve actually worked with them before?”

Victor couldn’t help asking, “Harold, what exactly is Evergarden? How are they able to obtain materials no one else can

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