Aimee was oblivious to the events unfolding outside. She chose an alternate route and made her way back to her room through a different door.
Originally, her room had a direct connection to Patrick’s room. Taking the main entrance would require a detour, while using the back door meant simply opening the respective doors.
Casey’s commotion left Aimee with no time to rest.
She was determined not to waste a moment in treating Patrick. As soon as she returned to her room, she retrieved the medicine and began mixing it.
She had administered it to Patrick once the previous night, and his physical response had been favorable. This boosted Aimee’s confidence in her ability to heal him.
Especially considering Patrick’s robust health, his body’s reactions pleasantly surprised her.
With that in mind, Aimee decided to increase the dosage for tonight’s treatment.
She had been conservative with the measurement the previous night, fearing it might overwhelm Patrick’s body. Thankfully, her worries proved unfounded, and the results were even better.
After preparing the potion, Aimee needed to store it in a small refrigerator and keep it cold for four hours, ensuring optimal effectiveness when injected into Patrick’s body.
Taking advantage of this waiting period, Aimee turned on her computer and accessed a long-unused website.
Instantly, a barrage of message notifications crackled across the screen.
Aimee’s face darkened as she stared at the screen in disbelief. Instead of opening each message individually, she closed them all without hesitation.
She sent out a message, “Anyone who sends me a pop-up message will be dismissed.”
Those who had been eager to send a message to Aimee halted in their tracks.
Some had their fingers poised over the enter key but quickly withdrew them.
It was fortunate they didn’t press the key. Otherwise, those who had finally gained access would be swiftly expelled for moving too hastily and offending their boss.
Aimee waited for a minute, ensuring everyone was still attentive, before resuming her typing on the keyboard.
“The neuron restoration project from three years ago has been revived. I have an exceptional patient here. When the time comes, two people will accompany me to the operating table.”
Now, who cared about Aimee’s previous threats? The pop-up messages kept flooding in, almost causing Aimee’s computer to crash.
“Boss, choose me! I’m the best skilled. Only I can match your abilities, Boss.”
“Boss, look at me. I can endure hardships and be adorable. I am your source of happiness, Boss.”
“Boss, ignore him. Boss, choose me. It’s the tenth disciple’s turn.”
Aimee couldn’t be bothered with reading those messages. She simply stated, “I will choose the candidate based on my mood, so there’s no need for you to fight and undermine one another. But for now, I need you to do something.”
“Boss, tell me.”
Aimee replied, “I’m running short on a specific medicine. I’ve already listed the ingredients. You have three days to make it and deliver it to Innisrial.”
Then, Aimee sent a document containing a few equations, leaving everyone momentarily silent after reading it.
They were aware they had offended their boss. Whatever their boss wanted couldn’t be something ordinary.
Finally, someone ventured, “Boss, one of the elements listed isn’t available here.”
Aimee held her chin, smiling at how adorable these people were.
If it were easily obtainable, would she have to go online to search for it?
She typed a few more words on the keyboard and replied, “That’s why I gave you three days to get it done.”
Everyone fell speechless.
They believed their boss was intentionally making things difficult for them, and they felt they had enough evidence to support that claim.
Aimee knew their thoughts without even asking, shaking her head helplessly before issuing a new instruction.
“There will be an auction in Lasnain tomorrow night, and the final item will provide you with the required ingredient. Kareem, you’re the closest to Lasnain. Go there now. I’ll have an invitation letter prepared. Tomorrow night, go and secure it for me.”
“Yes, boss.”
After Aimee finished her explanation, she ignored them, and they resumed their lively chatter, incessantly sending messages. Aimee closed the page directly, preparing to tidy up and head to Patrick’s room.
Just then, Aimee’s cellphone rang. The number was hidden.
Typically, those who wished to contact Aimee would only call if it was an extremely important matter. Normally, they would send her a message or, at most, make an online call.
Aimee’s face darkened instantly upon seeing the call.
She answered without hesitation.
The caller was Asa Wells, whom Aimee had arranged to provide Kareem Bond with a ticket to the auction.
As soon as Aimee picked up, Asa visibly relaxed, yet his nervousness quickly returned. He said to Aimee, “Aimee, I just received news that the item you want is also being sought by the Hank family, specifically Dreule. They’ve already taken care of everything. It seems unlikely that we’ll outbid them.”
Aimee’s expression soured, her fingers tapping on the table.
The Hank family was her old nemesis.
They had clashed frequently in the past, and she had occasionally found it uninteresting and let them off the hook.
Over the past few years, she had lost interest in certain matters, almost forgetting the existence of this family.
Unexpectedly, just when she wanted something again, she found herself confronting them once more.
This feeling was truly infuriating.
Aimee chuckled softly, full of scorn, and said to Asa, “Then let them go bankrupt.”
Was everything arranged perfectly?
Then she would make sure the Hanks understood exactly what it meant to lose.
Asa hadn’t heard Aimee speak in such a tone in many years. Unconsciously, he swallowed and said after a while, “Alright, Aimee, don’t worry. I’ll assist you with this matter.”
Aimee acknowledged his response and, before hanging up, a sudden thought crossed her mind. She said to Asa, “If you can’t obtain it, you must seize it for me.”