บททั้งหมดของ The Brilliant Second Life of Doctor 'Vicious' Harper: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Ever since Chase had given Harper full control of the lab, she threw herself into her work like a whirlwind, wishing there were twenty-five hours in a day just so she could stay at the office even longer.Her best friend, Carissa, protested relentlessly. Within a week, she had visited the lab to deliver a blanket, ten meals, and even a menstrual pad.Carissa couldn’t stand Harper’s self-imposed prison-like work schedule, leaving her alone in her apartment every night.Meanwhile, Chase—the instigator of this chaos—was beginning to regret his decision.The more he wanted to see her, the more elusive she became.She was undeniably busy—and all for his company’s work! Yet he had no right to complain.Seeing her boss frown constantly, Zane came up with a suggestion: “Boss, why don’t you say you’re sick? That way, Miss Reeves will come to take care of you.”Chase shot him a cold gl

Harper’s starry eyes curved slightly, a trace of mischief hidden within them. “The so-called secret technique… is not to be disclosed.”Chase exhaled, relieved. Though his immediate goal was the Reeves Codex, he wasn’t in a hurry to act.“Are you really confident you can cure my condition?” The man’s gaze was half doubtful, half intrigued.“Yes. I’m very confident.”Seeing her unwavering self-assurance, Chase leaned back and considered her proposal seriously. “Fine. You have one week to draft a detailed plan for me.”“One week is too long. The purpose of establishing the lab is simple,” she explained. “First, I’ll research a treatment for your illness as quickly as possible. Second, I’ll help shoulder some of your burdens. I know the GG Group wants to remain at the top of the pharmaceutical market—not just with PD1, but with P

“Grandpa!” Phoebe cut in at once. “I’m studying medicine abroad. I’m learning the latest techniques, not… whatever’s written in some centuries-old manuscript. It’s wasted on me.”Grandfather’s face darkened. “So all those years preserving our legacy… and no one wants it.”“Grandpa, that’s not what I mean. Harper is studying medicine here in the country—she might benefit more from the manuscript.”Phoebe’s gaze stayed glued to the bank card on the table.Exactly what Harper wanted.But she didn’t speak up. She knew Phoebe’s personality well: the moment she revealed her interest, Phoebe would immediately change course and compete for it.Harper also understood why Grandfather was being considerate—Phoebe’s background was pitiful, and he wanted to give her the treasured manuscript.“Grandpa,

After dinner, Harper stayed by her grandfather’s side in the hospital room. Grandfather asked her to fetch his briefcase from the cabinet.“This bag is really heavy,” she muttered softly, before handing it over to him.Grandfather carefully opened the briefcase and took out a thick notebook, presenting it to Harper.“What’s this, Grandpa?” she asked, flipping through it slowly.With a sense of ceremony, he raised his voice slightly. “This is Grandpa’s hand-copied Reeves Codex’s Old Manuscript. I added my own notes and observations from sixty-seven years of medical practice. Today, I formally pass it to you, Harper.”Harper looked up, seeing a glimmer of hope in his aged eyes—like starlight.Her fingers trembled as she held the notebook, her heart pounding with emotion.“Harper, you are the only one in the Reeves family capable

After bringing Madam Willow into the lab, Harper immediately administered the PD drug, monitoring her every reaction.Half an hour later, Madam Willow began showing blurred vision and other drug-induced symptoms.“Madam Willow, lie down and trust me. Nothing will go wrong,” Harper said, holding her hand calmly, her gaze steady.Madam Willow’s palms were icy, clearly anxious, yet she nodded, trying to remain composed.Outside the door, Franky and his assistant, Roni, were in a panic.Chase’s bodyguards had locked down the laboratory entrance.Franky was at a loss. The situation was unexpected for everyone, especially Chase, trapped between his instinct to intervene and the need to trust Harper.“She won’t be in danger. Trust Harper,” Chase said finally.Franky snorted. “You trust her; I don’t.”He shot Chase a look of disappointment and anger. “The Young Ma