The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 872

Chapter 872: 342 I hold half of the empire

After the New Year, Dr. Lance’s vacation ended.

Both were busy, it had been several months since their last meeting. _{freeweɓnovēl.coɱ}

Bai Lian held her phone loosely, not speaking immediately, and with Gao Shu unable to handle the situation, it wouldn’t be easy for Dr. Lance to make an application; her gaze shifted to the patient room.

Silence, pausing for a long while.

Without a word from her, Chief Chen peeked out from behind Bai Lian, "Dr. Lance, do you know about the LNight-3 device?"

Dr. Lance had already walked to the door, where the lighting was strong, "The new device that was released not long ago?"

Clearly, he had heard of it.

"Yes yes yes," Chief Chen inquired again, "We currently have a situation requiring it."

After listening, Dr. Lance didn’t give them a definitive answer but through the camera, he could see Bai Lian’s seriousness, "I’ll do my best, and I will need some help."

Subconsciously, some mobilization was needed.

"Okay, I’ll have someone contact you." After speaking, Bai Lian hung up the video call.

Jiang Xijue stood behind Gao Shu with his neatly draped coat, the innate gentleness in his bones evident even now as he bore the full weight of the Jiang Family with unflustered ease.

His gaze shifted between Bai Lian and Chief Chen.

Gao Shu politely avoided looking at whom Bai Lian was speaking with, only hearing Dr. Lance’s broken Chinese, "The LNight-3 device will arrive, it’s just a matter of time. It’s quite late now, do you want to go back first?"

Bai Lian shook her head.

She just watched the patient room; she had seen it not long ago, Jiang Fulai hadn’t suffered any physical injuries.

But he was definitely under the influence of drugs, and as for why he remained unconscious, Bai Lian had some ideas.

She absolutely needed the LNight-3 device.

She needed the assistance to investigate his current condition.

And moreover...

If Jiang Fulai was in such a state while Ming Dongheng was like this, then the situation at Ma Institute could only be worse.

Bai Lian pressed her lips together.

If she wasn’t leaving, Gao Shu would also stay to keep her company, while Jiang Xijue had to go out to take care of some matters.

Just as he picked up his coat and went to the elevator.

Downstairs, Mao Kun had arrived.

His motorcycle bent low, its loud sound audible from a street away. If Bai Lian hadn’t described the motorcycle’s color and license plate earlier, it wouldn’t have even been allowed on this street.

The people downstairs brought him up.

Not taking the stairs, they used an elevator.