Chapter 452

In the end, there were just too many quack doctors and swindlers.

Meeting such an extraordinary healer like Frank was a rarity, and Paul would like to get better as soon as he could.

Vicky listened to both men awkwardly for a long while and eventually said, "Mr. Fielden, about the drakeroot…"

Paul remembered with a start and quickly said, "Oh, I really would have forgotten if you didn't remind me. Just wait a moment—I'll get it right now."

He hurried to his house's basement and soon returned with the drakeroot.

Frank took a moment to verify it before nodding at Vicky.

Vicky then turned toward Paul. "So how much would you like for the drakeroot, Mr. Fielden?"

Paul smiled. "What are you saying, Ms. Turnbull? That slut would still have kept me in the dark if not for Mr. Lawrence here. Just consider it my gift."

"In that case, thank you very much." Vicky nodded, not shying from taking such generosity. "If you could make time, do come by Grande Pharma—we might be partners again."