Chapter 120:
Wesley’s voice came low and commanding. “Come here.”
Elena had come to find him anyway, so without hesitation, she walked over.
The two of them went to Wesley’s office. Felix, stealing a glance, felt his stomach tighten. Wesley was definitely upset. Carefully, Felix shut the office door, leaving the two inside.
Seated on the couch, Wesley exuded an oppressive coldness. His legs were crossed, his silence heavy.
Elena couldn’t gauge his mood and chose not to speak first. The room was deathly quiet. As the minutes stretched on, Elena’s confusion deepened. Was Wesley growing angrier? She couldn’t recall doing anything to upset him.
Unbeknownst to her, it was her silence that was irritating Wesley even more. Theo was skilled at charming people, and plenty of female employees at the company admired him. Wesley had nothing but disdain for Theo’s tactics. If not for Gerald’s sake, he would have had Theo thrown out long ago.
Elena’s origins were a mystery, and Wesley had tolerated her presence while trying to unravel the mystery surrounding her. But if she had any relationship with Theo…
A dangerous glint flashed through Wesley’s eyes.
Just when Elena thought he might remain silent forever, Wesley finally broke the silence. “Where did you get this?” he asked, holding up a small bottle of medicine.
Elena looked over, recognizing the vial she had given him. “I made it in my spare time,” she answered.
“You made it yourself?” Wesley studied her closely. “Do you even know what’s in it?”
Wesley didn’t trust an unknown substance, so he had it analyzed. The results had stunned the examiner. It contained cinnabar.
The black pill appeared ordinary, yet each ingredient contained within was extraordinarily precious. While thousand-year-old ginseng and gynostemma commanded steep prices, they remained attainable with sufficient funds.
What truly captured Wesley’s attention was one particular ingredient bearing a striking resemblance to the cinnabar he had been desperately hunting for months. Cinnabar was exceedingly rare. Despite offering high prices for it both domestically and internationally, he had only managed to acquire a few precious pieces. Yet, here Elena was, casually offering a pill that contained this coveted substance.
“Where did you get the cinnabar?” Wesley asked. His voice dropped to a low, imposing tone.
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Elena, however, was not one to be easily intimidated. Though willing to maintain cordial relations with the head of the Spencer family, this hardly meant she feared him. Her expression frosted over. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. This is just a pill to boost your health. If you don’t want it, you can return it to me.”
The pills she crafted were highly sought after across the globe, and she despised owing favors to anyone. Giving him the pill was merely to settle her debt for two past favors.
Elena stood up to retrieve the pill, but Wesley raised his arm, keeping it out of her reach. She frowned, fixing him with an icy stare. Wesley placed the pill back in its box. “As long as you tell me the source of the cinnabar, you can name your price.”
His weapons research company, Edgewing, was developing a new material for weapons that could evade radar detection and achieve invisibility. The crucial raw material for this groundbreaking development was cinnabar. He stood ready to pay a king’s ransom for it.
