Sweet Revenge By Nuit Chapter 708


    Chapter 708 Not at all


    “Since Ms. Moran knows so much, why don’t you write a prescription for your cousin yourself?”


    sneered Leo.


    “It has nothing to do with you whether I take it or not. But your prescription is useless!” Kelly said lightly,


    looking at him.


    When told that the prescription was ineffective once more, Leo became a little irate and said, “I’m afraid


    you shouldn’t tell me this. You should instead inform your mother. Maybe your mother will listen to your


    point of view; after all, I don’t want to discuss her business.”


    “Is it because you don’t want to or because you can’t?” Kelly inquired, still sarcastically smiling. “As I


    previously stated, you should not show it to her in order to protect your hard work and reputation.”


    “Ms. Moran doesn’t appear to be concerned about your cousin’s recovery.” Leo leaned in close and


    looked her in the eyes.


    Her eyes were seductive and distinct. She always makes an inadvertently seductive gesture when she


    lifts her eyelids to look at people. When she smiles, it seems tainted, as though it conceals something


    else.


    Kelly said with a half-smile, “It really has nothing to do with me whether she is cured or not.” Mr.


    Drake’sst student, I’m more interested in you.


    “Then Ms. Moran wonders, how good am I?” He kept asking, bing increasingly curious about


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    what this woman wanted to do.


    Kelly looked at him, slowly raised his hands, made a ten-finger gesture, and then slowly rolled up nine


    fingers, exposing only one index finger and waving in front of him.


    “One point?” sneered Leo.


    Kelly, on the other hand, shook his head, dangled a slender finger in front of his eyes, waved his


    hand, and eximed, “It’s nothing!”


    Leo blushed and became enraged as he realized Kelly was teasing him again.


    “Why have you be enraged because of embarrassment?” Kelly inquired, folding her hands on the


    table, resting her chin on the backs of her hands, and gazing at him leisurely. “Why is the


    brilliant doctor so easily irritated by a few words?”


    “You don’t have to bebative. I have some real skills. It doesn’t matter if I say it; it doesn’t


    matter if you say it!” He exploded. “We’re all in the sameb now. Despite the fact that we are in charge


    of different projects, they are all conducting research. So why not see whoes out on


    top first?”


    “That is correct. However, you seem to be taking over Silvia’s project,” Kelly smiled, nodding. “I heard


    that before you, she had sessfully experimented, and she had destroyed the experimental data,


    which they had all recovered. You are nowparing your aplishments to those of your


    predecessors. Isn’t that a little presumptuous?”


    “Who said I was undermining her achievements?” When this was brought up, Leo was skeptical,


    saying, “What she did was just the simplest, I…”


    “Forget it,” he said after a pause, swallowing all the words he wanted to say. “Why am I even bothering


    you? You’d never understand!”


    Then he cast a curious nce at her and inquired, “By the way, what project are you in charge of?”


    Kelly smiled mysteriously at him, picked up the cigarette box and lighter on the table, stood up, walked


    to him, and said, “I am responsible for…”


    Kelly just smirked as Leo waited for her to finish.


    “You still don’t get it!” She walked away gracefully after saying this.


    He couldn’t believe she had duped him twice in just a few words.


    Leo needed to let off steam. He came out to get some fresh air, but now his chest is even tighter!


    Silvia has been following the developments in South Asia for the past two days. Still, domestic news


    was indeed scarce, and the little she learned from the Inte was insufficient to put her at ease,


    especially since she had been waiting for news from Simon for several days.


    Silvia knew the signal over there was bad, but how bad was it? In any case, it is currently regarded as


    a rtively safe area. There were gues in addition to the chaos of war. She had no idea what the


    situation was like there.


    If Simon calls again, she would suggest that he go home. He will handle the situation over there


    when he returns.


    Concerning the reality of the situation, it is sufficient to leave it to the locals in charge and the police


    officers. Simon did not need to repeat this risk.


    She asked Winnie, and even Freddie didn’t return her call. She was concerned as well, but they


    seemed helpless to act.


    Feeling irritable, and because she hadn’t taken Asher out to y in a few days, she simply drove


    him straight to Mr. Drake’s house.


    This kid has an odd personality, he disliked ces like amusement parks and shopping malls, but he


    admired Mr. Drake’s son’s demeanor. Flowers and nts were the most appropriate for him. Simon


    frequently joked that his son will take up her mantle.


    Previously, he was concerned about her son’s interests, what to do with Palmer in the future, and the


    Palmer Group as a whole. Fortunately, she was expecting a second child soon, so even if the boss


    refused, there would be a second child.


    Mr. Drake was happily munching on melon seeds while watching the show. “My little horror, why are


    you here?” he eximed when he saw Asher.


    “Hurry up, take out all the delicious and fun things, spread the floor mats, fence around, and my


    precious flowers and nts put them away for me!” he said, frowning.


    His posture was as if he was being robbed in a panic.


    While ordering, the other servants were making a shambles. Those who moved items, moved. flowers


    and nts, and stepped on them made a lot of noise and eventually lost their usual


    cleanliness.


    “Are you that old?” Silvia wondered, as she watched this scene.


    In terms of, too much for!


    “Why do you have time to bring this little jerk today?” he asked repeatedly.


    As for this, Asher had already smiled, striding forward with his calves, staggering but firmly running


    towards Mr. Drake, “Grandpa… Grandpa… Grandpa Goat…”


    Mr. Drake couldn’t avoid it and had to flee to the side, but as soon as he did, the child jumped into


    the air. He couldn’t bear seeing him about to fall, so he bent down and stretched out his hand to


    stop him. He rolled to the ground while holding the child.


    “Oh, my arthritic bones…” He snorted and yelled.


    The little guy, on the other hand, was overjoyed. He felt no pain or injury at all. He was lying on his


    back, his head just above his chest. He grinned and raised his head.