NovelEnglishChapter 1714: As the call disconnected, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk ghosted across Serena's lips. Did Errol really think he could outmaneuver Harlee? That was about as likely as a mouse outwitting a hawk. If history had proven anything, it was that those who made themselves Harlee's problem never lived long enough to regret it. Meanwhile, inside the airport's VIP lounge, Elva had practically fused herself to Harlee's side the moment Errol's nwas uttered, her unease as visible as the tension in her clenched fists.
Elva remained silent until Harlee finally set her phone down. Only then did Elva lean in, her voice hushed but urgent.
"Harlee, is Errol making a move again? Is it serious? Is there anything I can do to help?" Harlee, ever unbothered, took the lollipop from her mouth and chuckled.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Something like that, but not quite. Don't fret over it. Your priority is working with Fleming to push the antibiotic trials forward. Leave the rest to me." Hearing this, Elva felt the weight on her shoulders lighten. From the moment they met, Harlee had never once been wrong about anything she was certain of. Her confidence was like an unshakable pillar, and as long as Elva could see that unwavering certainty in Harlee, any lingering doubts would dissipate like mist under the morning sun.
Elva nodded firmly, her determination burning brighter.
"Understood. As soon as I return home, I will dedicate myself to research alongside Fleming. We will push forward with the antibiotic upgrade and strive to complete it as soon as possible-for the greater good of our nation!" Elva was lost in thought. Harlee was remarkable, almost like a star lighting the path ahead. If she wanted to keep up, she had to work twice as hard—no, ten times harder! gV In o vls.com, where stories thrive After ending the call with Harlee, Serena remained still, letting the silence stretch for three full minutes. She needed that tto collect herself and rein in her emotions until her mind felt steady once more. She then dialed Errol's number.
All that was visible on the phone was "Unknown Number," but Errol knew it was Serena. Few people were able to attain this number, and those who did were primarily recognized.
Errol hadn't expected Serena to call back so soon. The speed of her response made him suspect she was reaching out to decline the proposal outright. His brows knitted together instinctively. Still, he kept his composure. Maintaining a good rapport was always a wise move, regardless of the outcome. If the deal slipped through his fingers this time, there would always be another opportunity.
"Professor Fletcher," Errol greeted her first, his voice even and measured.
Serena, on the other end, arched a brow.
"Did you already anticipate my call? And how did you know it wasbefore I even spoke?" There was a slight edge to her tone, laced with suspicion. She couldn't shake the feeling that Errol had somehow managed to track down her apartment number. The thought alone was enough to make her wary.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmErrol let out a quiet breath before responding, his voice steady.
"Professor Fletcher, I think there's been a misunderstanding. Only a handful of people have my business card, so it wasn't a difficult guess." There was a brief pause, long enough for Serena to pick up on the shift in his tone. Then, he continued, "I assyou're calling about the collaboration. That was quick... I can only hope it's good news." His voice was hoarse, with little emotion.
Serena's tone remained unchanged, but her anger was clearly visible on ve.
her face.
"Yes, I reached out to the head of the laboratory as soon as I got back to my apartment. She agreed to the collaboration, but there's a condition. You have to be the sole party involved."
Errol's expression shifted, his features tightening as his võice took as op a sharper edge. "Professor Fletcher, what exactly do you mean by that?"
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