The Runaway Groom

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Chapter 457

[Name: Jane Tanner]

[Age: 30]

(Birthplace: Zidonia]

Irene had changed her name for work reasons, though she had every reason to hide her real name too.

However, as there was not much other information, Isaac was left frowning. "Is this all you have?"

"I'm afraid that's all I've got on her," Mark admitted. "But I assure you, if you agree to this investment. I'll personally

travel to meet Dr. Tanner. If she has even the slightest conscience, I'm sure she'd agree to return to our country to

continue her research."

'Not interested." Isaac refused him right away. "Debbie, get him out of here. *

It was obvious that he did not want to waste his breath or time on a project he had no hopes for.

Refusing to give up, Mark blurted right then, "Mr. Jefferson, what would Ms. Spencer do if she were still here?"

Isaac's face fell immediately and he leveled a dark look at Mark. His eyes seemed placid, but he was really just a

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fraction away from throwing a fit.

Naturally, Mark regretted his own words right after he spoke-lrene was a sensitive topic around Isaac, and the mere

mention of her would invoke his wrath.

"Pretend I never said nothing," he said, and hurried out of the office, wiping the sweat off his brow.

He wanted to mention Irene because she was a doctor, so that Isaac would agree to his proposal for her sake.

Instead, it was as if he had poked the hornet's nest.

Be that as it may, Mark had no idea that Isaac had lost his inner peace because of what he said.

He could not sleep that night, and medication did not work.

He eventually ended up taking up to six pills, and he must have developed an immunity to it-he did not even start to

feel drowsy.

He simply grabbed a handful without knowing how many pills it was, and washed it down with water.

He did not care even though it was going to hurt his health.

As he lay down again, he remembered what Mark said.

If Irene were still here, would she really hope he invested in that project? She did have a messiah complex-that was

why she chose to be a doctor. There was no question that she would want him to invest in that project. Picking up

his phone, he called James. "Talk to Mark Wickers-tell him to put together a viable proposal and submit it

tomorrow."

"Yes, sir." James said from the other end, and Isaac hung up.

The drugs were not helping him sleep at all, so he turned to look outside the window.

The moonlight was gently sprinkling through the curtains and gently grazing his face.

His chiseled face appeared even more defined and alluring under the glow, but the pain of his longing was clear in

his eyes.

After Mark got the call, he immediately did his research on the development of fully artificial arts and put together

a decent proposal.

He then traveled to Minerva, so that he had everything he needed to persuade Isaac with a single stroke.

Since he was a pharmacist, he had a couple of associates who could help him arrange a meeting with Jane Tanner.

At Mead Clinic, Irene was doing her research in a lab.

Although their goal was to develop a fully artificial heart, it was not literally fully artificial, with the heart being

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actually irreplaceable, and its structure and function of respective parts complex and atypical.

As such, the objective was instead to develop parts that could take the place of defective parts of a patient's heart,

so that they could treat any heart condition.

At the moment, they were searching for a substitute for capillaries that suffered blockages, just over two

micrometers wide. Since it was otherwise invisible to a human eye unless viewed through microscopes, it was

difficult to keep the flow within a channel so narrow, making any efforts to replace it difficult.

However, they were not exactly clueless since they were using tree leaves as inspiration-the spider web-like

structure of veins in leaves were just like capillaries under the microscope.

"How about dinner tonight?" Jeff Cartman said just then.

He was born in Zidonia, but was raised and educated in Minerva, and had been working at Mead Clinic for six years.

He had garnered much accolades in that time as well, but he and Irene still considered fellow countrymen, and

were quite close although Irene was basically on good terms with everyone else.

"Sure." Irene nodded.

"Then, I'll book a place," Jeff said with a grin.

Later, when Irene arrived at the designated spot, Jeff was already there.

However, Irene stopped at the doorway when she saw Mark sitting next to Jeff.

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