Chapter 434

Graham had just contacted Ink Pharmaceuticals to buy medicine and was refused. Upon checking, he discovered it was the company Harriet had left to Ophelia! Ophelia's face darkened immediately.

“I will handle this,” she said. “You prepare the other medicinal materials that can be prepared.”

Ink Pharmaceuticals was one of the most important legacies her mother had left her, always entrusted to the Whitaker family. Although Grandfather hadn't handed the company over to Isabelle, how could she not be interested in Ink Pharmaceuticals now that she held the title of Harriet's successor? She had secretly investigated it when she was about to reclaim everything. Isabelle had already interfered with Ink Pharmaceuticals!

No one would believe Graham was rejected without Isabelle's consent or interference. She was practically asking for trouble! Did she really think she owned Ink Pharmaceuticals? Ophelia sneered.

She had originally planned to make thorough preparations before retrieving everything at once. However, both Ink Pharmaceuticals and Sapphire Botanical Institute now held what Winford needed. There was no need to wait any longer! She felt uneasy whenever anything belonging to her remained in Isabelle's hands for another day.

The next day, she took the day off from National Medical School. She went straight to Ink Pharmaceuticals by car. Ink Pharmaceuticals was a pharmaceutical company that also dealt in scarce medicinal materials, the foundation of its success. Later, with the establishment of Sapphire Botanical Institute, the company transformed into a primarily pharmaceutical one.

When they arrived, Graham opened the car door and Ophelia stepped out. She wore a black dress with a coat, looking beautiful and stylish, exuding a strong aura—though no one knew she wore autumn clothes and pants, personally selected by Winford, underneath her dress.

A certain coldness emanated—the kind where your husband feels you are cold. Thinking of Winford, Ophelia was dumbfounded as he'd furrowed his brows, personally watching her dress. Fortunately, the coat was loose, concealing her layered clothing.

She looked at the magnificent building before her, then snapped back to reality. Giving a cold smile, she waved her hand, saying, “Let’s go!” Graham fell behind, closely followed by eight tall, muscular bodyguards. This was a fight, so they brought ample support. If someone didn't know how to show respect, then don't blame her for resorting to violence!

“Who are you?!” The receptionist, noticing their aggressive approach, asked in astonishment while making a phone call. Ophelia wasted no time with the receptionist, signaling a bodyguard to grab the elevator card and head upstairs.

At that time, coincidentally, Ink Pharmaceuticals was holding their annual meeting ahead of schedule on the 32nd floor. The general manager, Draven Pineda, was giving a speech. Afterward, he announced, “On this special day, a very important person will meet everyone. I believe you've all guessed—Ms. Whitaker!”

“The upcoming lottery session will be personally hosted by Ms. Whitaker. Tonight, if the grand prize is drawn, the company will reward one million!” As soon as those words were spoken, the employees in the audience erupted in excitement. One million! “Ms. Whitaker is so generous!” they exclaimed.