In the evening, Eleanor Sterling went to the bathroom to take a shower, and the phone she had left on the bedside rang.
Alaric Faulkner glanced at it, it was a call from someone named Clara Thornton, and his gaze darkened.
This person was quite famous.
If Giselle Keating was a genius pharmacist, then this person was a top master in the field of pharmacy.
Moreover, Clara Thornton was very young, even younger than Giselle Keating.
If Giselle Keating were to claim to be a genius pharmacist in front of her, she’d probably be ridiculed.
A hint of doubt surfaced in Alaric Faulkner’s eyes, did Eleanor know this person?
He remembered that he had once invited Clara Thornton to the Faulkner Family’s medical laboratory to research drugs targeting rare blood, but unfortunately, she had declined.
The last time Clara Thornton appeared was at a pharmaceutical exchange conference five years ago.
At that time, she presented a completely new drug targeting the nervous system that hadn’t been published before. Its miraculous effects shocked everyone.
The subsequent clinical trials were even more remarkable, so Clara Thornton’s name remained in the pharmacist circles.
At that time, many people approached her, inviting her, but later she disappeared, and nobody knew where she went.
Lost in thought, the phone had already automatically hung up.
Just when Alaric Faulkner was about to put it down, the phone rang again.
He glanced toward the bathroom; Eleanor Sterling hadn’t come out yet. Seeing the phone ringing continuously, Alaric Faulkner thought Clara Thornton must have something urgent for Eleanor Sterling.
He swiped to answer, but before he could speak, Clara Thornton’s excited voice came through.
"I did it! Oh my God, Eleanor Sterling, I really did it!"
Alaric Faulkner frowned, "Eleanor is not here."
The excited voice abruptly stopped, "What the hell!! Who are you?"
Alaric Faulkner lightly curled his thin lips, "Her man."
"Oh my! Eleanor Sterling has a man? Who on earth are you? Could you be Micah Moss? Or Liam Keene? No, wait, your voice doesn’t sound quite like them..."
Clara Thornton was already muttering to herself, but Alaric Faulkner, hearing her words, had a flash of displeasure across his face.
Micah Moss and Liam Keene were Eleanor Sterling’s assistants, so did she often let her assistants answer her calls? ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novelꜰire.net
Even at this late hour...
Further reasoning suggested that Eleanor Sterling often stayed together with her male assistants at night?
Did this woman know what keeping distance meant?
Clara Thornton seemed to have calmed her excitement, and she began to gossip inquisitively.
"How long have you been dating Eleanor Sterling?"
"Does it concern you?"
After a few more exchanges, Clara Thornton finally believed Alaric Faulkner’s words.
She sighed and exclaimed, "I never thought Eleanor Sterling would already have a man, yet here I am, a perpetual single in the lab with no prospects."
Alaric Faulkner didn’t have time to chat idly with a stranger over the phone; he said lightly, "Let’s end the call. Once she’s done with her shower, I’ll have her call you back."
Afterward, Alaric Faulkner hung up the phone.
At that moment, far away in a foreign laboratory, Clara Thornton almost jumped in surprise.
What had she just heard? Shower... man...
So Eleanor Sterling not only had a man, but they had even progressed to that stage!
After Alaric Faulkner hung up the phone, the bathroom door opened, and Eleanor Sterling walked out wearing fully covered pajamas.
Her face was flushed with the steam from the shower, and her dark eyes seemed to be smudged with water droplets, bright and clear.
Even though her attire was completely normal, Alaric Faulkner nonetheless saw some allure in it.
Eleanor Sterling’s gaze landed on him; he still held her phone in his hand.