Chapter 392

Elissa glanced at Frank, who was the first to decline. "No, that's alright. I should get going."

"Okay," Elissa nodded.

As she was about to step inside, Frank couldn't help but add, "Since you're pregnant, don't work too hard. As for meals, I'll have Edna prepare them and send them over from now on." It was a way to take care of her without being intrusive.

When he wanted to be, Frank had always been a thoughtful person. But she couldn't accept his kindness now, not with a clear conscience.

Before she could refuse, Frank anticipated her, a faint smile on his lips. "You used to call me 'brother' all the time. You need someone to look after you now. Think of it as a small favor."

Elissa's lips thinned. "Then... thank you."

"Don't thank me. Consider it me paying a debt. Now, go inside. Don't stand for too long." With that, he turned toward the elevator, the smile instantly vanishing from his face, replaced by a profound sense of loss. He had been so afraid of losing his composure in front of her, only to find his eyes were just dry. Painfully dry.

Preparations for the Murphy Group's drug launch press conference were in full swing.

Marcia was completely blindsided. She couldn't believe Elissa had the audacity to hold such a massive press conference for a drug with such mediocre effects, even claiming it was a breakthrough with zero side effects. This was going to blow up in her face and drag the entire Murphy Group down with her.

The thought put Marcia in an excellent mood as she walked into her office. But as she pushed open the door, a tablet came flying at her head.

With no time to dodge, it struck her squarely in the chest. She bit back a curse, and looked up to see Matriarch Paige Murphy sitting behind the desk.

Paige fixed her with a cold, sharp glare. "You still have the nerve to smile? Elissa's press conference is in two days! And you? What was that guarantee you gave me?!"

"Matriarch," Marcia gasped, a sharp pain shooting through her abdomen. She picked up the tablet and approached the desk, her voice brimming with confidence. "Please, don't you worry. Elissa's press conference won't go as smoothly as she thinks."

"What do you mean?" Paige snapped.

"Take a look at this." Marcia opened a drawer and handed over a stack of papers. "This is the real data from Elissa's so-called breakthrough drug. Its efficacy is no different from any other cancer drug on the market How do you think she can possibly pull off that conference now?"

Paige flipped through the documents, her anxiety easing slightly. "Are you sure this data is accurate?"

"Absolutely," Marcia said with a

smug smile, briefly explaining how she'd obtained it. "This data comes from the clinical trials conducted with her drug. And my source on Elissa's team has confirmed it-the results are far from ideal. Elissa and that senior of hers are tearing their hair out in the lab every day probably trying to figure out how to spin this disaster of a press conference."

But there was no way out for them now.

Marcia glanced at the data on the desk, a triumphant smile playing on her lips. "After this, Elissa won't be able to show her face in the medical community ever again. And as for Mr. Murphy She looked at Paige, her voice filled with assurance. This will be your chance to regain control of the Murphy Group."

When the drug was exposed as a fraud at the press conference, neither Elissa

nor Rowan would escape the fallout.