Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 950

Dennis didn't answer directly, his deep eyes stared at me calmly for a few seconds before lifting his lips, "There's nothing you can't know, and since you want to see it with your own eyes, I'll arrange it as soon as possible."

I didn't expect him to be so forthcoming and froze for a moment before nodding and saying seriously, "Good."

Dennis did what he said he would do and secretly picked me up from the Kennedy Residence that night. He drove the car himself and drove into a biotech company after making a few circles around the city.

Toby was already waiting at the door when we arrived, and when he saw me, he didn't act surprised, bending his upper body respectfully as usual to greet me, "General Manager, Mrs. George."

Dennis responded with a faint, "Hmm."

But I couldn't hide my emotions and dropped my face.

After more than ten hours, the soreness in my neck is still clear, reminding me of how much he laid hands on me last night.

Dennis walked in with familiar feet, and I followed in his footsteps.

Not as many twists and turns as in a private hospital, when you get out of the elevator, you see a tech-savvy office.

Cold space, filled with a variety of glass equipment, right in the middle, hanging a one-person-high glass container, filled with transparent liquid, a green reagent is fixed in the center of the position, the two ends seem to be filled with air, constantly bubbling.

I stared at the container for a moment.

"Mrs. George, you're here."

A familiar voice pulled me back to reality and I looked over to see an old man with white hair shaking hands and talking with Dennis.

This is probably the same person who reminded Dennis that night that it was time.

Dennis was calm, and his light tone breathed the majesty of a leader, "Explain to Mrs. George."

"Yes." The old man smiled and responded, then he walked over to me, "Mrs. George, I am Hamish Matthews, the head of the whole project, an ordained professor of microbiology, and I led the team that formulated the inhibitor you recently took."

"Hello Professor Hamish," barely tugging at the corners of his mouth, much more at ease than when he entered.

"This is the antidote we just developed last night, for safety reasons, we will transfer every finished product to avoid detection by multiple forces. When you fell ill last night, we were taking inventory of the equipment and carrying out the transfer work."

"Sickness?" I looked puzzled, not remembering such a thing, and expressed doubt, "No way, I had already injected the inhibitor before I left home last night."

After saying that, I subconsciously glanced in the direction of Dennis, can't they plan to, using such a poor lie to put this matter off?

"The inhibitor is only suppressing, the toxin has taken on a change." Dennis's low voice rang out, "So in the future, you can't be out of touch for more than three hours."

I pursed my lips and didn't answer, pondering the possibility that it was true.

Dennis seemed to have read my mind and continued to explain in a dark voice, "Or do you think Toby knocked you out?"

It's not a feeling, it's something you see with your own eyes.