Chapter 1000:


    Not wanting to dwell on it, she smoothly shifted the conversation. “Where are we going?”


    Nate intertwined their fingers, a cryptic smile ying on his lips. “You’ll see soon enough.”


    Meanwhile, Jules made his way to the researchb, the small box in hand. By chance, he crossed paths with Zack.


    Zack was the first to speak. “Didn’t expect to see you here today.”


    His sharp eyes flicked downward, instantly noticing the box Jules carried.


    Jules took a slow drag from his cigarette, then casually flicked away the ash. His tone was indifferent. “Just dropping something off. Heading inside now.”


    Jules stepped into theb and ced the box in front of Eaton.


    “Run a test. Check if it’s toxic and what side effects it might have.” Eaton’s keen eyes flickered as he examined the contents. “Where did you get this?”


    Jules immediately picked up on the shift in his tone. His brows furrowed. “You recognize it, don’t you?”


    Eaton hesitated for a moment before forcing a chuckle. Some of the tension in his posture eased. “No… not exactly. Just wasn’t expecting this, that’s all.”


    Jules didn’t buy it. His sharp gaze bore into Eaton, making the professor sigh. Eaton pressed his lips into a thin line and muttered, “You know how expensive my equipment is and how busy I am. I don’t have time to entertain you.”


    Jules sat down in the chair he had just pulled up, his tone cold. “Quit stalling and do your job.”


    Eaton cast Jules a long, unreadable look before turning his attention to the liquid. Without another word, he began running a series of in-depth tests.


    As the data appeared, Eaton’s expression grew increasingly serious. His back damp with sweat—perhaps from intense focus or something else, Jules couldn’t tell. Seeing him frozen in ce, he walked over. “Well? What did you find?”


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    Eaton blinked, snapping back to the moment. He met Jules’ gaze and spoke evenly. “This form isn’t just safe for Miss Hond. It can actually suppress her condition—without side effects.”


    Jules’ face lit up, excitement shing in his eyes. “Are you serious?”


    Eaton gave a firm nod while flipping through the test results. He nced at Jules again and remarked casually, “If this had been discovered earlier, she wouldn’t have suffered so much. And the Ford family wouldn’t have had to pour a fortune into experimental treatments every year.”


    Jules’ expression hardened. “How long will itst?”


    Eaton looked up from the data. “One year.”


    Jules frowned. “That’s it?”


    Eaton shrugged and tossed the report onto the table. “A year is actually an improvement. She used to need special medication every six months, and those came with side effects.”


    Jules’ jaw tightened. “Can you replicate it?”


    Eaton shook his head. “Our data analysis shows that this liquid contains a substance simr to the mysteriouspounds we’ve been studying.”


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