Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot
/ Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot Chapter 1744
Chapter 1744: 422: Her era of prosperity!_3 Chapter 1744: 422: Her era of prosperity!_3 PD stands for Parkinson's Disease.
People had mixed opinions about it.
Some supported Piloy, while others thought Piloy was foolish for not listening to the advice of her elders and that she would surely suffer for her actions and pay the price for her behavior.
Of course, there were also people who joined Piloy's P*D Plan unhesitatingly because of the involvement of Professor Grant.
The matter quickly made international news headlines.
It sparked heated discussions.
“Professor Thompson has been a figure in the field of biology that no one has surpassed in nearly 100 years; Piloy's actions are like lifting a rock only to drop it on her own feet.”
“Professor Thompson's contributions to humanity are undeniable, but Bosses are always arrogant. I think Professor Thompson shouldn't define the results of the experiment before they are out. I look forward to the success of the P*D Plan.”
“The cosmos is yet to be set, anyone can be the dark horse!”
“Support Piloy!”
“Country Polluton's technology has been ahead of Sinian Country for many years, and Piloy is a rare genius. If Sinian people can create miracles, why not Polluton?”
“Waiting for the experimental results!”
“Has the scientific community really become this competitive? But if Piloy really can develop a drug to cure Parkinson's, it would indeed be a major breakthrough in human history! Of course, the Sight Restorer Plan is also great!”
“Professor Thompson is a god forever.”
Viola Thompson wasn't concerned about these remarks.
She was busy conducting experiments, analyzing data, dating, and drinking Milk Tea…
Who had time to care about such things?
Vivian held her phone and reported to Viola Thompson, “Boss!”
“Hmm?” Viola Thompson looked up slightly, “What is it?”
Vivian continued, “Mason Grant has joined Professor Casla's laboratory.”
Hearing this, Viola Thompson's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.
Seeing her reaction, Vivian quickly added, “Boss, I knew you definitely weren't aware of this! Check the news!”
With that, Vivian handed her phone to Viola Thompson.
Viola Thompson glanced at the phone.
Vivian said exasperatedly, “Really, this Piloy is strange. You already informed her of the high risks of the experiment, but not only did she not listen, but she also decided to announce it to the world so publicly!”
Viola Thompson spoke indifferently, “She's too eager for quick success.”
Sometimes being overly eager for quick results can cause one to overlook certain things.
Viola Thompson, uninterested in mentioning her further, continued, “Do I have a meeting this afternoon?”
“Yes,” Vivian flipped through the schedule, “it starts at two and ends at three. You also have to go to the laboratory on Saipan Island at five in the evening.”
Viola Thompson pressed her forehead, “How long until the New Year?”
She had only come to Polluton to attend a lecture, not expecting to be delayed for so long.
Vivian checked the calendar, “Today is the third day of the eleventh lunar month; there are fifty-seven days left.”
Viola Thompson then said, “Clear my schedule for the New Year period. I want to take a month off.”
To live anew.
She didn't want to spend every day busy with experiments and laboratories; she wanted to take some time to properly be with her parents and spend the remaining time with friends.
“Sure,” Vivian nodded.
—
Barton Turner stood on the boundless grassland.
The view before him was a clear blue sky and wild horses galloping.
Yet Barton Turner wasn't in the mood to admire the beautiful scenery, and his eyes were full of sorrow.
“Cara Turner.”
Just then, a naive child's voice rang in the air.
Barton Turner snapped back to reality and smiled, looking down, “Sweetie, when did you get here?”
“I've been here for a while,” Sweetie sighed somewhat helplessly, “but it's like you didn't see me at all, Cara Turner.”
Barton Turner reached out and ruffled Sweetie's head.
Sweetie continued, “Cara Turner, what were you thinking about just now?”
“Nothing,” Barton Turner said.
“You're lying,” Sweetie squinted, “Your look just now was like the melancholic heroine in a TV drama. It's impossible to think about nothing.”
Barton Turner laughed lightly, “Who describes people like that!”
“It's true,” Sweetie looked at Barton Turner, “Were you thinking about Gemma?”
At this, Barton Turner paused, saying nothing.
Gemma.
The name that almost affected her entire life–if possible, she wished to never hear these two words ever again.
Sweetie sighed, “I really miss Gemma!”
Barton Turner's brow subtly furrowed.
People often say, no one is perfect.
Yet, Gemma Turner was one regarded as flawless.
She was so perfect that everyone liked her.
Chapter end
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