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Chapter 1289
Jim's enigmatic smile felt like a venomous snake about to strike. When Simon saw it, it kept him on edge.
Jim toyed with the teacup on the table, his fingers tracing its surface. "Mr. Channing, which aspect do you want to
pursue? IV
"Herb cultivation," Simon replied.
Upon hearing this, Jim's guard noticeably lowered.
The Hughes family had its hands in nearly every aspect of the pharmaceutical industry, but not herb cultivation. He
had originally thought that Simon, being so coincidentally and kindly disposed, had some ulterior motive.
But now, it seemed he wasn't after the Hughes family’s benefits.
So, what was he after?
Jim scrutinized Simon, his eyes capturing the tension and pity that Simon was trying hard to suppress.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSimon had clearly felt sympathy for the servant who had been dragged away earlier, but why hadn't he said
anything?
He hadn't said a single word about it.
He had continued the conversation so calmly, too.
As someone who concealed their thoughts so well, Jim couldn't believe that Simon had no requests for him.
They continued their conversation, and still, Simon made no requests.
Jim took the initiative and said, "To express my gratitude, Mr. Channing, feel free to make any requests. I'll do my
best to accommodate."
But Simon responded, "The meal was delicious, and that was thanks enough. I simply did something that anyone
would have done. Professor Hughes, there's no need to be so courteous."
Even until the end of the meal, Simon made no requests. Jim looked at the nearly untouched food on the table,
watched Simon depart, and then signaled for James to come over.
As the driver, the car trouble today on the way had almost led to Jim's most important experiment being delayed.
That was a grave mistake.
At this moment, his legs were practically torn open. When he was thrown before Jim, he looked like a piece of
rotting meat. The pain made James grit his teeth, but he still couldn't bring himself to scream.
In the Hughes household, everyone had an inherent fear of Jim.
"Sir." James opened his eyes wide, making an effort to keep himself alert for any questions Jim might have.
"Take some medicine first," Jim said.
He didn't particularly like the smell of open wounds and the bloody scent. It made him nauseous. When he really
disliked someone, he would rather have them take medicine quietly and die without a fuss. This way, they could try
out the effects of the medication before they died, which was a worthy effort.
Jim thought it was an honor for those who could test his medicine.
After all, they could go to heaven after their death.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAlso, his medication could save many lives once it was in the market. What was the harm in letting these people try
the medication?
Just like that girl who had eagerly volunteered before.
Hmm... What was her name again?
Jim had to think a little longer before he remembered.
Ah, Anna Lemmington.
Now that he thought about it, it seemed the deceased's funeral he had attended with Diana in Richburgh had the
same surname as the girl.
Could he have been the girl's father?
The thought suddenly crossed Jim's mind, and he chuckled.
That was good, wasn't it?
If it was indeed Anna's father, then the father and daughter were reunited in heaven.
They should be thankful that Jim had helped Anna ascend to heaven.
The cruelty of the smile on Jim's lips was unsettling, and he didn't seem to realize it.
He looked at James, who had been refusing to take the medicine. His gaze gradually changed.
"What's the matter? Don't want to take it?"
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