Chapter 115
Chapter 115
Aria nodded. “Alright. If something comes up, I’ll let you know. But as for protecting me, that won’t be necessary. If real danger comes, we’d probably uz end up being liabilities to each other.”
Fryderyk said, “Okay.”
Another officer drove her car to the parking lot, double–checked that everything was in order, and handed her the keys. Aria thanked him and headed inside the building.
Rhett stepped out from the shadows, his hand trembling slightly at his side,
He had been told the plan was just to disable Aria’s car so she couldn’t start it, giving him a chance to offer her a ride and get closer to her.
But the truth was, they had sabotaged her brakes.
They wanted her dead.
Rhett stood there for a long time, his mind in a haze, before finally heading back to the nineteenth floor.
At six o’clock, the doorbell rang.
Aria opened the door and saw her neighbor, Owen, standing there.
“Mr. Shaw, what’s the matter?” she asked.
Owen held a bag in his hand but didn’t hand it over right away. “Ms. Saxon, my mom’s been using this beauty cream too. Could you fix it?”
“Sure. The consultation fee is 300 thousand dollars. You can pay after it’s resolved,” she replied casually.
He handed the bag to her. “Thanks, Ms. Saxon.”
As Owen turned to leave, he caught sight of a man in uniform walking toward them with a food delivery box.
“Ms. Saxon, your food’s here.”
It was a delivery guy from Navoron Restaurant.
“Thanks,” Aria replied casually.
The delivery guy smiled warmly. “Cloe said she’s been working on a new dish and will send it over tomorrow for you to try first.”
“Okay.”
Owen, standing nearby, recalled the multiple times he’d seen Navoron Restaurant’s delivery staff at her door. It confirmed one thing, Aria didn’t cook.
The delivery guy hesitated, his gaze flickering toward Owen.
Aria’s tone was calm. “He’s just my neighbor. Don’t be gossipy,
that might
I cause misunderstandings.”
Scratching his head, the delivery guy chuckled. “Got it. Enjoy your meal, Ms. Saxon. Bye.”
Owen offered a polite smile and nodded. “Ms. Saxon, enjoy your meal. I’ll head back.”
“Okay.”
Once the door closed, Aria unpacked her meal and ate quietly. After tidying up, she took a shower, changed into fresh clothes, and grabbed two jars of beauty balm before heading to her lab.,
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Chapter 115
The lab was compact but well equipped, with all the necessary tools neatly arranged.
Donning a white lab coat and gloves, Aria scooped out a small amount of the beauty balm and began the fasting process.
Without an assistant, she had to wait for the equipment to produce results. Immersed in her work, she lost track of time.
After what felt like hours, she pinched the bridge of her nose to ease the strain, picked up a pen, and meticulously recorded the detected ingredients
The two jars of beauty cream had nearly identical components, with the only difference being their ratios.
The hallway outside.
Emma whispered, “Owen, what’s Ms. Saxon like? I heard she’s pretty fierce.”
James reassured her. “Not at all. I’ve heard she’s really kind. I mean, she even created that beauty cream for Elena.”
Tara, noticing James always sticking close to Emma, said with a hint of jealousy, “You’ve got your husband and son with you. What’s there to be afraid of? I’m all by myself, and I’m not afraid.”
Emma smiled and said, “You’ve got me, don’t you?”
Tara didn’t reply.
Owen spoke up, “We’re here.”
He pressed the doorbell.
After about ten seconds, the door opened, revealing a face that looked utterly drained.
Her eyes were bloodshot, with dark circles starkly visible beneath them.
Even so, Emma’s first thought upon seeing Aria was, ‘Wow, she’s stunning! Even looking this worn out, she’s still beautiful.‘
Owen’s gaze landed on the white lab coat she was wearing, and his expression tightened. “Did you stay up all night?”
Aria glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already nine o’clock in the morning.
She stepped aside and said, “Come on in.”
Owen pressed his lips together, feeling a pang of regret for giving her the beauty cream last night.
Just as Tara was about to step inside, Owen suggested, “Why don’t you grab some breakfast and rest up? We’ll come again this afternoon.” He paused, then continued, “Do you have any food at home?”
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