My Extraordinary Wife

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Chapter 1061 Is It Genuine

“I've told you the recipe, so feel free to make the medicine. You can even make another Rulent 144 if you want.”

Ashlyn's lips curved into a captivating and enchanting smile, and a hint of mockery appeared from the depths of her

eyes.

She continued, “Go ahead! I'll be waiting.”

Chloe stared at Ashlyn in disbelief. “You know the formula for Rulent 133? How do you know about rukkeadamon?

You're making it up, aren't you? Rukkeadamon doesn't even exist. You're just spouting nonsense. Ashlyn, you're

really shameless.”

“Yeah, you tried to harm Old Master Oats by giving him a fake medicine and fooling him, and you didn't even let my

mentor test it. Now you're even fabricating something like this rukkeadamon out of thin air.”

Brianna straightened up because she realized for the first time that her confidence as the number one socialite of

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Maredania seemed to be very lacking in front of Ashlyn. This feeling made her extremely uncomfortable. She really

disliked Ashlyn, especially when she saw how polite Trevor was to Ashlyn. His practically following Ashlyn's every

word made Brianna extremely unhappy.

I really can't wait to tear this woman apart. Now...

Suddenly, the deputy director of the hospital, Solomon Burton, whispered his suggestion, “Is this medicine really

genuine? We can't take someone at their word. I heard... that Mr. Charlie once auctioned off a pill like this at his

auction. Why don't we... invite him to come and authenticate it?”

His remark triggered a huge reaction.

“Has Mr. Charlie ever auctioned off a pill? Is that true?” “How much did it sell for at the auction?”

“How did you know, Dr. Burton?” Solomon felt a bit awkward. He didn't know whether he should admit that he

sometimes attended auctions to win some trinkets and such.

“Well, I just heard about it. They're rumors...” Chloe seemed to have seen a glimpse of hope.

“Brianna, please go invite Mr. Charlie on my behalf immediately. Make sure he comes here to the hospital as soon

as possible.” Brianna nodded, then turned around and left. Ashlyn felt that they had too much time on their hands.

She was exhausted, yet she still had to discuss with this group of people whether her medicine was real or fake.

I'll die of boredom at this rate!

“Mrs. Oates, please keep the medicine safe and remember to give it to Old Mr. Oates. I'll be leaving now. Just let me

know the results later.”

“Ms. Berry, are you leaving so soon? Are you feeling guilty? Or are you scared?” Chloe glared at Ashlyn. The former

was determined to make the latter eat her words. Chloe wanted Ashlyn to know her place and what being a true

authority figure and expert in the field meant. She firmly believed that Ashlyn saved Nelson simply because she had

good luck instead of natural talent and knowledge. Today, her pride had been trampled under Ashlyn's foot for one

whole day, filling her heart with hatred and anger. However, she couldn't do anything to Ashlyn in front of so many

people.

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“Why should I be scared?” Ashlyn raised an eyebrow, her cold gaze calm and undisturbed, like a lake without a

single ripple. “Because you know the medicine is fake, you feel guilty and scared, so you want to run away.” Chloe's

lips curved into a triumphant smile as if she had caught Ashlyn's weakness.

Chloe was sure that the medicine Ashlyn had was fake. How could anyone possibly have so much Rulent 133? Even

if someone managed to snatch up that much, it couldn't be Ashlyn. It could be some big shot or some political

figure, but it definitely couldn't be Ashlyn, an insignificant doctor who came all the way from an equally small place

like Lake City. Chloe sneered inwardly as she looked down at Ashlyn from her lofty position. Her condescending

demeanor made her seem like an arbiter. Nevertheless, Ashlyn stood expressionless, looking at Chloe as if she was

crazy. Instead of getting angry, Ashlyn laughed and felt that this so-called professor was like a clown.

“Do as you please. You can say whatever you want.” She sat down on a nearby bench, crossed her arms, and

continued, “I'll wait here while you appraise it.” Then, Lucas walked over and sat down beside her. After he

stretched out his long arm, he pulled her into his embrace. His slender yet big hand reached out and gently pressed

her head onto his shoulder. “Let me hold you while I sleep for a bit.”

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