In just over an hour, Mabel appeared several times on the surveillance footage. By the third time, she seemed visibly flustered. If the labels of dilute sulfuric acid and concentrated sulfuric acid had indeed been swapped, Mabel was undoubtedly the prime suspect.Genevieve stopped the surveillance footage and instructed her assistant to notify Mabel to come to her office.Upon hearing that Genevieve wanted to see her, Mabel immediately became nervous, glancing involuntarily at Lucia, who was sitting diagonally across from her.However, Lucia didn't even look her way, appearing calm and nonchalant as if nothing was amiss. Left with no choice, Mabel reluctantly followed Genevieve's assistant to the office.Just as she arrived at the door, her phone vibrated—it was a message from Lucia.Lucia: [No matter what Genevieve asks, insist that you have nothing to do with it. You don't know anything. If you dare to drag me into this, you know the consequences.]Mabel replied with an "Okay",
Mabel's hands trembled with fear as she spoke in a shaky voice. "Just now, Genevieve told me that a team from Prospectus Technology came over. They collected several fingerprints from the labels of dilute and concentrated sulfuric acid. They're going to collect our fingerprints this afternoon to compare."Lucia's gaze darkened as she gritted her teeth, staring at Mabel. "You fool! Didn't you know you should wear gloves when you swapped the labels?""I... I was too panicked. I just forgot... and by the time I remembered, it was too late..." Mabel was on the verge of tears. "Lucia, what do I do... You have to help me..."Lucia looked impatient. "How can I help you? Can I magically change another person's fingerprints?"When Nyla's flask exploded during the experiment, Damon's secretary immediately ordered the lab and adjacent reagent storage room to be sealed off. They never had a chance to wipe the fingerprints off the labels. Moreover, Lucia hadn't expected Mabel to be so foolish a
Surprise flickered in Nyla's eyes when she saw the latest luxury bag of the season in Michael's hands."Why would he suddenly send me a purse?""Mr. Sumner said you weren't in a good mood, so he wanted to send you a gift to cheer you up."Nyla didn't particularly desire luxury bags, but since Clark sent it, she had no reason to refuse. She nodded and took the purse from Michael."Alright. Please thank him for me."Seeing that Nyla didn't seem particularly thrilled, Michael tentatively asked, "Mrs. Sumner, you don't like the bag?""It's fine. I prefer gold over bags, though."After all, gold had better liquidity and could also be crafted into beautiful jewelry.Michael was stunned, not expecting Nyla's preferences to be so plain and blunt."Alright, understood. I'll let Mr. Sumner know. I'll head back to work now."After seeing Michael off, Nyla returned to the living room, placed the bag on the table, and took a few photos to send to Valarie.Valarie: [?]Nyla: [Help me che
Nyla paused as she was about to pick up some food, then looked down. "There's nothing I want."Earlier this year, Clark had promised to take time off to celebrate her birthday with an island vacation, something she had always wanted to do. Only a few months later, it seemed he had completely forgotten about it. This was just as well—it would make it easier for her to deal with him without any unnecessary feelings of sympathy."Then I'll have to think carefully about what to get you. If there's anything you want, you can always tell me.""Sure."After dinner, Clark told Nyla to watch TV on the sofa while he cleaned up the dishes. Previously, when they wanted some alone time, they would give the service staff a few days off, and Nyla would cook herself.Nyla nodded and left. In the past, she would have taken pity on him for being tired after a day's work and cleaned up herself. Now, she no longer felt that way.After cleaning up and wiping down the table, Clark washed his hands in
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before Genevieve's voice came through."Alright, the police might call you to the station tomorrow to take your statement. Make sure your phone is available.""Okay. Thank you for handling this, Genevieve."Genevieve sighed and said earnestly, "Nyla, you're still young. Unlike me, you don't think about the long-term consequences when making decisions. But sometimes, giving others a chance is also giving yourself a chance.""I understand. But I can't be lenient with everyone. If Mr. Sumner hadn't been there today, I might have been disfigured."Moreover, this issue could affect her job. If she got fired from Park Pharmaceuticals because of this, what pharmaceutical company would hire her in the future? It was not that she wasn't willing to let Mabel off, but the latter wasn't willing to let her off.Genevieve realized she couldn't persuade Nyla, so she said nothing more and hung up.Nyla put down her phone, thinking abou
"Ms. O'Neill, we need your assistance regarding today's lab explosion at Park Pharmaceuticals. Please come with us."Mabel was panicking, her body trembling uncontrollably."What do you mean... What does the explosion have to do with me? Why do you need my help?""You'll find out the details at the police station, Ms. O'Neill.""I'm not going! I didn't do anything wrong. Ask me whatever you need to here!"Seeing Mabel's agitation, the two police officers exchanged a look. One of them spoke sternly. "Ms. O'Neill, if you refuse to cooperate, we will have to use force."The officers' solemn expressions made Mabel uneasy.While she hesitated, Lucia spoke up from across the room. "Mabel, it's just a routine investigation. Go with them. It won't be a big deal. I'll go with you."Seeing Lucia's cold expression, Mabel reluctantly nodded. "Alright."…At the police station.Mabel was taken to give a statement, and the officers asked Lucia to wait outside.Unable to sit still, Lucia
Nyla's eyes lingered on the stain, her gaze betraying a hint of mockery. "It must be tough for you, finding time to flirt with other women and still managing to drop by the police station to see me."Clark was taken aback and frowned. "What do you mean?"Nyla's expression remained indifferent. "Next time you want to act all caring, at least wipe off the lipstick on your collar first. Otherwise, it just looks ridiculous."Without waiting for Clark's reaction, she hailed a cab and left.Clark glanced down at his collar, his expression darkening when he saw the lipstick stain. He tried calling Nyla to explain. After several unanswered calls, her line eventually went straight to voicemail. Clearly, she had blocked him.His gaze grew cold upon realizing their relationship, which had just started to improve, had once again hit rock bottom. He sped off toward Nyla's apartment complex but was interrupted by a phone call halfway there. Whatever was said on the other end made his grip on th
"Okay."As Spencer walked out of the office, he couldn't help but frown, pondering Damon's attitude toward Nyla.Earlier today, Damon had immediately called Nyla to question her about the suits, clearly irritated by her attempt to distance herself from him. Considering Nyla was Damon's niece-in-law, Spencer hoped he had overthought the matter....After breakfast, Nyla headed straight to Park Pharmaceuticals.After giving her statement last night, Genevieve had messaged her, saying she could return to work today and that the company would handle the situation with Mabel.To her surprise, a middle-aged man stopped her at the entrance of Park Pharmaceuticals. His face was dark and lined with exhaustion, his eyes bloodshot, and his hair disheveled. He looked at her pleadingly."Ms. Jayston, please, I'm begging you to let my daughter go. My wife was in a car accident and is still in the hospital. I haven't found a job yet, and if my daughter stays in jail, our family will fall apart