The Wrong Woman

The chemists and professors were taken by surprise.

A few of them were so rattled that they immediately searched online, typing in: “How many have succeeded in extracting pure Azurium?”

One of the chemistry professors approached Nathan and said

excitedly, “General Morrison, I did some searching. There are fewer than ten chemists worldwide who have succeeded in extracting pure

Azurium.

“Plus, it’s a secret technology in developed countries. They’re making a profit from this technology and keeping it strictly within their

countries.”

Nathan snapped back to reality and asked, “Who are these ten

chemists?”

“The source didn’t disclose the personal details of these chemists.”

Suzanne’s success left everyone in awe. Executives started swar g Nathan and bombarding him with a barrage of questions.

“How on earth is Mrs. Morrison more skilled than our top scient

Norvania?”

“General Morrison, where did Mrs. Morrison pick up these techni

“Mrs. Morrison was the one who sorted out the Azurium poison incident last time. Isn’t that too much of a coincidence? There’s

to be some secret identity she’s hiding.”

“General Morrison… Can we get some answers here?”

Nathan’s features tightened with displeasure. “You’re looking at m

for answers? Who am I supposed to ask?”

“But…”

“Enough. It’s a win that we managed to extract pure Azurium. All of you, go get some rest,” Nathan declared.

“Sure, General Morrison. You should take some rest too.”

With that, everyone scattered, still buzzing with discussions.

In no time, the elevator chimed once more. Suzanne gracefully

stepped out as the doors slid open.

Nathan had barely taken a step forward when Suzanne found herself surrounded by the professors from the research lab.

The scientists, who were typically composed, now appeared uncontrollably excited.

They bombarded Suzanne with questions about Azurium. They looked similar to the fans at a celebrity meet-and-greet. Their thirst for knowledge was unmistakable.

Not only did Suzanne carry herself without any hint of arrogance, but she also proved to be incredibly humble. She willingly addressed every question, clearly enjoying the interaction.

As the minutes ticked by, the scientists and professors not only showed no signs of fatigue but also became increasingly enthusiastic. Nathan exchanged a meaningful glance with Lucas.

Picking up on the silent communication, Lucas approached to temper

their enthusiasm.

‘Dear professors, it’s getting quite late. Mrs. Morrison is still in the process of recovering from her injuries. Perhaps we could engage in a more in-depth and unrestricted academic exchange once Mrs. Morrison is in better health?”

“Sure, sounds good.”

Right, it’s getting late. Mrs. Morrison, you should get some rest.”

“Goodnight, Mrs. Morrison.”

The professors respectfully accompanied Suzanne as she was escorted away. She followed Nathan into the car.

During the few minutes it took to return, both of them lapsed into their own thoughts, not uttering a single word.

Back in the dorm, Nathan took off his jacket and went to the wardrobe to get his pajamas.

“It’s late. You should get some sleep first,” he said gently before heading to the shower.

Suzanne sat nervously on the edge of the bed. While others around her were all surprised and excited, Nathan remained surprisingly calm, even getting more serious.

She had a feeling that Nathan was suspecting her identity again.

Nathan was on his way to the bathroom when Suzanne’s cold voice stopped him.

“Nathan Morrison.”

He halted, his back facing her.

Nervously touching her bandaged hand; Suzanne asked softly, “Are you upset?”

Nathan turned around to meet her gaze. “I’m your husband and you’re always calling me by my full name, How can I not be a little upset?”

Suzanne was caught off guard for a second. She quickly explained, NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

I’m sorry, but I wasn’t talking about that. I meant the whole Azurium

thing.”

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