Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot
/ Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot Chapter 1762
Chapter 1762: 426: Guarantee with my life!_3 Chapter 1762: 426: Guarantee with my life!_3 Under Piloy's mediation, the protesting crowd finally dispersed.
Seeing that these people had finally left, Piloy narrowed her eyes.
What was Viola Thompson anyway?
Competing with her?
Could she win?
After the crowd dispersed, Piloy took the wet wipe handed by her assistant and wiped off the egg traces from her face before heading into the Laboratory.
Seeing Piloy return, Casla immediately approached her, “How did it go? Have those people left?”
“They've left,” Piloy replied.
Upon hearing this, Casla breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Piloy with a smile, “You've surprised me.”
Very surprised.
He had originally thought Piloy was merely a scientific genius.
He hadn't expected her leadership skills to be so good as well.
It seemed he had truly unearthed a treasure.
With a smile, Piloy said, “Professor Caston, there are probably many more things about me that would surprise you.”
She just disdained to show them.
Piloy never considered herself just an ordinary person. Could an ordinary person tolerate the rotten eggs thrown by those obnoxious citizens just now?
It was then that Caston noticed the peculiar smell on her and frowned, “Piloy, did they throw rotten eggs at you just now?”
Piloy didn't deny it and nodded.
Caston's expression turned very ugly, “This is too much!”
To actually do such a thing.
“It's nothing,” Piloy responded, with a look of indifference, “Professor, I'm not angry, so you shouldn't be either.”
Piloy was not one to take things lying down.
It just wasn't the time to stir up trouble.
When the experiment was completed, she would certainly make these troublemakers pay the appropriate price.
With this thought in mind,
A cold light gleamed across Piloy's face.
Hearing this, Caston was momentarily stunned.
He hadn't expected Piloy to be not at all angry.
If it were someone else, they would have probably been extremely upset by now, right? After all, Piloy was still just a twenty-something young woman.
It had to be said.
Piloy had surprised him once again.
“Professor Caston, Miss Piloy,” Professor Grant came walking over at that moment.
Piloy looked at Caston, “Professor, I'm going to change my clothes, you talk with Professor Grant.”
“Okay.”
Caston turned to Professor Grant, “Let's go to the office to talk.”
Professor Grant nodded and followed Caston's steps.
Once in the office,
Caston reached out his hand to Grant in welcome, “Professor Grant, I'm glad you've joined our P*D Plan.”
Grant smiled and said, “It's my honor to join the P*D Plan.”
After speaking, Grant continued, “Professor Thompson will regret it one day.”
Previously, he hadn't understood the P*D Plan, and because of Viola Thompson's comments, he had been hesitant, uncertain whether to accept Piloy's invitation.
After understanding the entire plan, he came to realize that it was a truly great experiment!
Someday, all of humanity would thank them.
Because through their research, Grant found that once the P*D experiment was completed and new genes were cultivated, they could not only cure Parkinson's disease but many other difficult and complicated diseases as well.
Including cirrhosis, uremia, and even malignant tumors!
What was completing the Sight Restorer Plan compared to that?
Curing all incurable diseases was the real miracle.
After all, the number of people who die from these incurable diseases every year is not small.
Caston looked at Grant with a smile and said, “If Piloy knew how much you trust her, she would be very happy.”
Grant said, “Since I've chosen to join the P*D Plan, I certainly trust Miss Piloy completely.”
Hearing these words, Caston felt very ashamed.
Because just moments ago,
He himself had been worried about the P*D Plan.
With this thought, Caston spoke up, “Professor Grant, did you see the news today?”
“What news?” Grant had been engrossed in the Laboratory all day and hadn't had the chance to check his phone.
That's how researchers are; once they get into work mode, they find it hard to pull away, even working continuously for many hours without sleep.
Caston said, “About Professor Thompson's comments on the P*D experiment…”
He hadn't finished his sentence when Grant interrupted him, “Did Professor Thompson go through the media asking us to terminate the experiment, right?”
“Yes,” Caston nodded, “Not just that, but she also said that if we insist on completing this experiment, it might lead to mutations and potentially cause the Zombie virus. If that happens, humanity would enter a catastrophe.”
No sooner had he spoken than Grant burst out laughing.
Chapter end
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