Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 499

"So, you’re aiming to one-up Grandpa Charles," Rosemary smirked, calling it as she saw it.

Charles was the dean of Summerfield College, and he and Grandpa Beck were always in some sort of competition. Now that Rose had chosen to attend Grandpa Beck’s Westerly College instead of Charles’ Summerfield, Beck Barton was looking for a chance to rub it in his rival’s face.

"I’ll leave that opportunity to others." Rosemary showed no interest in the college competitions. "I’ve got an important experiment to focus on."

Before she could finish her sentence, Grandpa Beck eagerly asked, "What sort of experiment? Let’s do it together. I love a good challenge."

"I don’t want to give you a heart attack," she replied.

Unwilling to back down, Grandpa Beck retorted, "I’d like to see what kind of experiment could possibly stump me!"

He was confident that, with Rose’s help, there wasn’t an experiment in the world they couldn’t crack.

"Alright, I’ll have someone send you the blood samples later." Rosemary thought having an extra hand wouldn’t hurt. The sooner they could detoxify Carol’s body, the better. She couldn’t afford to waste more time.

"As for the college competition, you should at least come and lead a team. It’s settled with you, the top scorer, boosting their morale."

Then he quickly ended the call to prevent Rosemary from declining and switched off his phone.

Rosemary was speechless.

Two days later.

Grandpa Beck was in the lab, fuming and glaring at the data. "I’ll crack this, you’ll see!"

Rosemary walked in to see him with bags under his eyes, still wrestling with the data. She couldn’t help but smile, "I told you, I don’t want to give you a heart attack."

"Rose, how much are you earning from this project?"

It must be a substantial amount. For her to invest so much effort, the reward for this project must be at least ten million dollars, right? Considering the case’s complexity, shouldn’t she charge a few million more?

"It’s pro bono," Rosemary replied.

"What?"

It took a moment for Grandpa Beck to process her answer. "Free of charge?"

When did his Rose become so generous? Offering medical consultation for free? For such a complicated case, for free?

"It’s for my future sister-in-law."

Grandpa Beck: So that’s how it was!

"So, who did Carol offend to get poisoned like this?" he was puzzled. "I’ve been working on this for two whole days, and I still can’t figure it out. Who came up with this poison?"

Was there a better pharmacist out there than him and Rose?

Rosemary handed him a new blood sample. "I suspect that the toxins in her body were triggered by the blood of these Chesters."

The Chesters had been injected with all sorts of strange poisons since their childhood. Their blood was highly toxic, and normal people couldn’t resist it.

If it weren’t for Carol’s strong physical condition and her ability to fight poison with poison, she would have been long gone.

"That’s Chester’s blood sample?" Grandpa Beck’s eyes lit up! With this blood sample, his research would be smoother.

"I also have that detoxification pill I’ve been working on," Rosemary handed over another small vial.

Grandpa Beck’s eyes widened, "You’ve already developed an antidote so quickly?"

Darn, his old age was really not serving him well! He had been researching for two days and hadn’t come up with anything. He was being outdone by an eighteen-year-old girl!

The old saying was right. The student outdone the master.

His little girl’s all grown up!

Rosemary smirked, "That is just a prototype. The lab rats began to lose energy after taking it for two days."

This suggested that the antidote couldn’t fully neutralize the poison in Carol’s system.

"At least you’ve developed a prototype," Grandpa Beck mused. He hadn’t come up with anything.

Seeing Rosemary approaching, Grandpa Beck hastily clicked on the computer and deleted all his research from the past two days, then emptied the trash bin. He didn’t want Rosemary to ridicule him.

Seeing his actions, Rosemary’s mouth curled into a smile again, "What do you say? Want to bet whether you can figure it out within a week?"

"A week?"

Normally, if Rosemary said "a week", it would be an insult to his status as a renowned pharmacist. After all, he was a giant in the medical field. To many medical students, he was a legend.

But now, he felt that Rosemary’s "one week" was a bit pressing.

For the sake of his ego, Grandpa Beck readily agreed, "One week it is! With both of us working together, is there any antidote we can’t come up with?"

"You’ll be the lead," Rosemary replied. Her phone began to vibrate. She looked down to see a file sent by one of her subordinates and began to communicate with them.

After a while, a foreign executive contacted her, so she made a voice call with them.

Seeing she was really busy, Grandpa Beck couldn’t help but say, "Alright, alright, who would dare overwork you. I’ll take the lead, and you can assist. Oh, right, how’s your injury? Did the healing medicine I gave you work?"

Rosemary rolled her sleeve to show him, "Much better. Your medicine is quite effective. Make more of it, and we can sell it for a 30% profit."

"This medicine was specially made for you, with your constant fighting. Wait a minute, I know my medicine can be sold, but why 30%?"

"Shouldn’t I get a commission for helping sell it?"

"You’re even making money off your own family?" Grandpa Beck felt Rosemary was obsessed with medical research, even to the point of exploiting him for money. But he didn’t mind, and he was happy as long as she visited often. He wouldn’t mind even if she took all the profit.

After all, he had spent $500 million to acquire the internationally renowned top-tier pharmaceutical research instrument H30 to lure her to Westerly College!

There were only two in the world, one in the national research institute of M Country and the other in his lab.

Rosemary looked at the medical equipment in the lab. With these instruments, the medicine research would definitely leap forward.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

"President Barton, it’s me, Andrew."

The voice of the student council president echoed from outside, filled with respect and courtesy for President Barton. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

"You mentioned earlier that today, our top student is supposed to lead the team in a prestigious school competition. The student council just checked her class, and she hasn’t been attending for a while."

Since President Barton had personally appointed her to lead the team, Andrew thought it was necessary to inform him.

In the lab, Rosemary turned to look at the evasive old man upon hearing this, "Didn’t I say in my WhatsApp message that I won’t be leading the team?"

The old man had mentioned the leadership matter over the phone and hung up before Rosemary could respond. Rosemary had sent him a WhatsApp message, implying she was really busy and didn’t have time to attend such a competition.