The Darling of the Paranoid Tycoon

Unable to manage the organization herself, Harriet had appointed a proxy, which explained why Delbert had never discovered her identity.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

This proxy was Joe, a seemingly ordinary but exceptionally talented doctor.

His decision to study medicine had been influenced by Harriet’s mother, Miriam, who had saved his parents’ lives when he was. little.

“Miss Harriet, someone is requesting the Z-type potion from us,” Joe

informed her.

“Who is it?” Harriet asked in a low voice.

Upon hearing the name from Joe, Harriet responded with a sneer and a curt “Refuse” before ending the call. Astrange smile played on her lips after she hung up.

Unexpectedly, Nora’s face had suffered damage, and she had sent a mysterious individual to acquire the Z-type potion for treatment.

It appeared that Nora had received assistance from this mysterious person to help Clifton overcome a tax evasion crisis and secure the position of general manager of the Munoz Group. Unfortunately, his plans had still ended in a disaster.

Nora was desperate to get the medicine from her, but it wouldn’t be that easy. This time, she was determined to make Nora pay a heavy price.

At the hospital, Nora sat anxiously on her bed, awaiting a call from the man in black to confirm the acquisition of the Z-type potion.

The Z-type potion was the only cure for her face, and she was desperate to have it.

Just then, her phone rang. It was a call from the man in black.

She felt a wave of relief wash over her as she quickly answered the

call.

“Nora, they’ve responded,” said the man with a deep voice.

Nora’s heart tightened, and she asked cautiously, “Did Mr. Cohen agree to it?”

“He refused,” replied the man in black.

“Why?” Nora was surprised. “Does he find my offer not good enough? Give him more. | must cure my face.” “| asked if they thought the money was too little, but they said it’s not about money,” replied the man in black.

“Then what is it about? Go back and plead with them for me. No matter what conditions they set, | must get the Z-type potion. Otherwise, we will be doomed!” Nora said resentfully, hanging up the

phone.

As a proud and noble person, how could Nora tolerate being

disfigured? She couldn't stand the mocking looks of others, so she had to cure her face.

Nora had learned from a rumor that a new hidden medical

organization called King had recently been established in Meawood City.

In the King organization, there was a medicine called Z-type potion, which could regenerate dead cells. Even rotten flesh could be restored.

After her disfigurement, Nora thought of this organization.

Although the boss behind the organization was mysterious and had never appeared, there was a proxy who had been helping her with

various affairs.

So, she immediately sent the black-clothed person to contact Joe.

Nora thought that, with the help of the black-clothed man, she would be able to get the medicine easily. She just didn’t expect that they would refuse.

But no matter what the cost, she must cure her face.