The Man Who Destroyed Me Is Now Begging to Mend Me 72

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Chapter 72

Noticing how totally uninterested Sophia was in Richard, Annabelle knew it was not the right time to talk about it.

She said, “Forget about it. Let’s talk about something you actually care about.”

Sophia was half–lying on the bed, looking miserable. Annabelle gently helped her sit up and leaned her against some soft pillows.

Eyes sparkling, Annabelle blurted out, “Listen, Emily’s basically managed to almost bankrupt Yadel Group all by herself.”

Sophia just shook her head, unimpressed. “It’s not that easy. No matter how much chaos she causes, it’s just minor damage. There’s no way she’s taking down the core of Yadel Group.”

Yadel Group’s stellar reputation had been built up over decades–not even a few livestream scandals could really put a dent

in that.

Annabelle said, “I know it’s not easy, but I just want to lift your spirits. Oh, and guess what–Dr. Lynn has officially joined Pioneer Institute. I’ve asked her to keep pushing forward on the regenerating tech.”

Annabelle thought, ‘That day, Sophie told me the plan was for Pioneer Institute to develop the regenerating technology before Yadel Group and lock down the patent for the formula.

‘If Pioneer Institute secured the patent, Yadel Group wouldn’t be able to launch their regenerating cream without getting the green light from us.

‘Sophie’s strategy is to grab Yadel Group right by the lifeline. But since her injuries keep her from showing up at Pioneer Institute, the experiments still haven’t made much headway.

‘Now it all comes down to who gets the breakthrough first–Pioneer Institute or Yadel Group’s R&D Department. Whoever snags that formula for skin regeneration wins it all.

Sophia said, “Dr. Lynn’s whole academic focus was on regenerating technology. Her skills are top–notch. Give her a little more time, and she’ll make the breakthrough.”

Annabelle sighed. “Right now, every minute counts. If you weren’t injured and could run the lab yourself, we’d definitely beat Yadel Group’s R&D Department to the formula for skin regeneration.”

Sophia understood just how formidable Yadel Group’s R&D Department was. If Lucas hadn’t fired Linda, Pioneer Institute really wouldn’t have had a shot at all.

“Whether we win or lose, it’s destined. Hang in there, Annabelle. Don’t stress,” Sophia said, not wanting to make things more

anxious.

Right now, she could barely catch her breath sitting up in bed, never mind doing any hands–on experiments.

Though Annabelle was anxious inside, she managed a reassuring smile and said, “We’re going to win this.”

After Annabelle left, Sophia fell back into a groggy sleep. When she finally woke again, everything around her was utterly

silent.

A bone–deep pain radiated through her entire body. She forced herself up from the bed, each movement pulling at the wounds on her back, making her let out a muffled groan.

She slipped on her shoes and shuffled toward the bathroom, every step a struggle. By the time she made it to the toilet, her pajamas were drenched in cold sweat.

After taking care of her business, she lowered the toilet seat, flushed, and shuffled over to the sink to wash her hands.

The oval mirror threw back her reflection–her face so pale and drained of color, she almost looked like a wandering spirit.

She dried the water from her hands, turned her back to the mirror and slowly lifted her pajamas, carefully glancing over her shoulder to check her injuries.

Her wounds had been tended to, probably with some kind of herbal balm. The skin wasn’t broken, but those blotchy purple bruises were so vivid that they sent a chill down her spine.

She was just about to drop her pajamas back down when a sudden knock came at the door.

A deep, charming voice rang out from outside. “Ms. Evans?”

Sophia flinched, hurriedly letting her pajamas fall. She moved too quickly, and the motion jolted her injuries, making her let out a muffled groan of pain.

The next second, the door was pushed open from the outside, and a tall man appeared at the entrance.

His sharp suit made him look even more refined and imposing. Under the bright bathroom lights, his chiseled face stood out–every angle radiating a kind of noble, untouchable aura.

Sophia tugged the corners of her lips into a strained, almost pitiful smile. “I’m okay, Mr. Sterling,” she said.

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