Chapter 598


    "Because you knew the medicine was fake, you were guilty and scared."


    Alondra curled her red lips slightly in triumph, as if she had spotted Sylvia''s weakness.


    She was sure that medicine provided by Sylvia were fake.


    She didn''t think someone like Sylvia could have so many pills of RL 133.


    Maybe some bigwig or senior official could own so many, but it could never be Sylvia, a shallow doctor


    from Larro.


    Alondra sneered as she stared at Sylvia condescendingly as if she were the sanctioner.


    Sylvia stood expressionless, seeing Alondra, the so-called expert, as a clown, "Do what you want. You


    can say whatever you want."


    She sat down directly on a bench aside and folded her arms above her chest, "I''ll just wait here for your


    identification."


    Franklin came over and sat next to her, his long arms reaching out to wrap her into his arms.


    Hisrge, slender hand reached out to press her head onto his shoulder, "You can sleep for a while in


    my eyes."


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    So ...


    Everyone in the room stared at the scene in shock.


    Franklin dotingly looked at Sylvia in his arms, who slowly closed her eyes and nestled on his shoulder


    for a nap.


    She was really tired. She had barely slept, and rushed over non-stop.


    Then she was surrounded by so many ridiculous people who babbled nonsense all along, which made


    her have a headache.


    Yet, among the crowd, she could sleep soundly.


    It was half an hourter when Mr. Gracia arrived.


    Sabrina stepped out of the elevator with a young man, her face smug andcent as if she was


    ready to crush Sylvia, p Sylvia in the face, and destroy her.


    It was as if she had seen the scene where Sylvia lost face.


    She felt excited.


    "Mr. Gracia, this way please."


    She stepped on her high heels and arrived in front of the crowd with Weston Gracia with her head held


    high.


    "Mr. Gracia," Alondra greeted Weston immediately, looking at him with a warm smile on her face.


    Everyone looked at Weston in unison. The man had a handsome face, wore a pair of gold-rimmed


    sses, looked elegant and gentle, not at all like the owner of Urgford''srgest auction house, or the


    rumored ruthless man.


    They all secretly spected that Weston would expose Sylvia''s lies and hit Sylvia in the face.


    Many people were looking at Sylvia, who still had her eyes closed, with a look of watching a good


    show.


    As if unaware of Weston''s arrival, Sylvia was still sleeping.


    "Mr. Gracia, we have a bottle of RL 133 here, and I heard that one pill was auctioned off on your


    auction some time ago, so I guess you know it very well. Can you help to identify whether this bottle is


    real or not?"


    Alondra smiled elegantly and decently as she looked at Weston.


    Weston raised an eyebrow and swept a nce at Sylvia on the bench with her eyes closed.


    What was going on? Since Sylvia was here, she wasn''t needed here to identify RL 133?


    But Alondra had a great reputation in Urgford. Weston, as a sophisticated man, would show some


    respect for Alondra.


    Tiana saw Weston''s arrival, took a deep breath, and handed the bottle of medicine in her hand to the


    handsome man.


    Perhaps because she was too nervous, the transparent porcin bottle in her hand was faintly wet with


    her sweat.


    Alondra noticed it and sneer silently.


    She believed this drug was 100% fake.


    Weston took the small transparent porcin bottle into his hand, then opened it and poured out a pill.


    The dark brown pilly quietly in his palm.


    He looked critically at the pill, and then at the small porcin bottle inside his hand.


    Sylvia gave away so many pills all at one; it seemed that Sylvia and Mrs. Bet were in a good


    rtionship?


    As Weston surveyed the pill, almost everyone''s hearts were in their throats; they were desperate to


    know the oue.


    They wanted to know if the drug was real or fake.


    Especially Alondra and Sabrina, both of whom could not wait to wake Sylvia up, and told Sylvia that


    she was about to be pped in the face!


    However ...


    Just as everyone was staring at Weston, they saw him striding towards Sylvia.


    He swept a nce at Alondra, "Did she give you this medicine?"


    Alondra froze, "How do you know?"


    Was Mr. Gracia so amazing? He even knew that Sylvia brought the medicine over here. It seemed that


    Mr. Gracia could really see that the medicine was fake?


    So, was he going to p Sylvia in the face?


    Alondra thought to herself, and the more she thought about it, the more she looked forward to seeing


    Weston p Sylvia in the face. She even hoped that Weston could throw those pills right into Sylvie''s


    face.


    ''Let''s see how arrogant she''ll be then!''


    Sabrina''s eyes betrayed a hint of nervousness; she was in the same mood as Alondra.


    This drug was 100% fake.


    It must be a fake.


    Everyone else in the room was also staring nervously at Weston.


    Raiden couldn''t wait to know the result and ask somewhat urgently, "Mr. Gracia, is this drug ... real or


    fake?"