The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife

Chapter 391 Serenity's Birth

It was not like Clark did not suspect whether Susan was actually cured, but the rashes on Susan’s body did fade.

He was confident in his creation. Even to cure the simplest rashes was not something that could be done overnight, yet this Dr. Yale had done it within hours. I n addition to the herb that he had never seen before, Clark could not help believing it as well.

It would have been fine that Susan was the only one who had found the antidote but Julian and she seemed to be in a good mood recently as they attended dinners and events, publicizing about Susan being poisoned and cured.

Usually, people were just surprised when they heard the news, but things sounded different when it came t o some other people.

Clark had kept his rein on a few Canadian higher-ups with the Errol Virus throughout the years, making them his puppets because of the virus.

Now that news of Susan being cured was making rounds, how could these higher-ups sit around with a noose on their neck?

Even when Dr. Yale said that the specific herb had run out of supply, the people that were under his manipulation were eager. If Dr. Yale could find the herb once, perhaps he could find it a second or third time!

Clark could completely feel the urgency in them during this period of time.

His gaze dropped to a chilling glint.

It was normal.

Ever since the Errol Virus had been produced, no one had been able to escape the virus’s controlling claws. Now, Susan had. She was an exception, a model, a beacon of hope to those people.

With the people swayed, Clark must resort to some tactics to suppress these people's eager and impatient hearts.

Since the cause of everything was Susan escaping the Errol Virus's threat, the best way to instill intimidation back again was to let Susan die from the exact virus!

This was the only way he could let those people know that the Errol Virus still stood unbeatable.

Clark utilized his influence discreetly. He was going to kill Dr. Yale. As long as he died, the Errol Virus would still be incurable.

However, Julian knew as much. He had arranged his and Wright's men all around Dr. Yale’s place. Clark's people could not even go near. Once they approached the place, they would be exposed.

Clark could only give up on that option.

The herb was depleted for now anyway. Who knew how long it would take for Dr. Yale to find it again?

That route was futile, so Clark planned to hatch his scheme on the Wrights or Straws, but Julian was too alert. People were guarding Susan 24/7, and even Madam Shaw, who was far in Ningcheng City, was guarded heavily. He simply had no opportunity to do anything.

A month went on like that.

Then, there was news that Dr. Yale, with the company of professionals, was going into the Boreal Forest again. Before going there, he expressed that he vaguely remembered the route he had taken

back then, and if all was smooth, he could find the herb within two to three days.

Clark sat alone in his room for a long time when he received the news.

Was his Errol Virus becoming obsolete so soon?

Once the Errol Virus's antidote became available, those people under his control would be set free! Once they were under Canada's control, his many years of effort would be destroyed overnight. If those people told on them, the States would be hurled into a state of commotion, and he would become disposable to them. Possibly, the States would pin him as the scapegoat and send him to Canada as a peace offering.

No! This must not be the case!

Clark sucked in a deep breath and looked at the chessboard on his coffee table impassively. If it was not a dire time like this, he would genuinely not want t o activate this last chess piece. He had no other way, however. Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Clark pushed a chess piece slowly, checkmate.

'It’s been 25 years. George Wright, let us settle what we have to.’

"Mr. Shaw." Someone came in to report. "This is the investigation result you've asked of Miss Serenity's birth."

Julian nodded and picked up the folder to go through i t.

It was stated that Serenity was the child of George's comrade. The comrade had passed away in a war, leaving his pregnant wife, who died of labor after giving birth to Serenity. Marshal Wright then adopted the girl, feeling for the child and wanting to soothe Luna's longing for their daughter.

The photos of Serenity's parents were attached to the folder.

As Julian checked them out, Serenity's father had a plain soldier's image while her mother looked modern, caked up in thick makeup, and wore a short skirt. Her appearance was considerably too advanced i n her time given the era then.

Julian narrowed his eyes and asked, "What about Serenity's grandparents from both sides?"

The person answered, "The background of Miss Serenity's father is detailed. His parents were ordinary farmers and have passed away before Miss Serenity was born. There are some issues on the side o f Miss Serenity's mother. She was an orphan without more information available on her parents. Given how long it’s been, we weren't able to check about the parents of Miss Serenity’s mother.”

"An orphan..." Julian stared at Serenity's mother in her avant-garde looks before saying slowly, "Check about the people Serenity's mother had come across before her passing. I want results as detailed as possible." 1

"Yes." The person nodded and left quietly.

Julian's squint lingered as he trained his eyes on the photos. He did not have too much information right now, but he had a premonition that Serenity’s mother was going to be a breakthrough point. He would not give up investigating in this direction.

Twenty days left before the virus would run amok in Susan now!

Nonetheless, news about Dr. Yale going into the Boreal Forest had spread. The mastermind was probably going to act in one of these days.

Julian was eager to know who it was.

"Dad is really being too careful.” Serenity looked at the bodyguards who followed her from a distance away as she walked on the streets, feeling a little helpless.

She had promised her manager that she was going to record her song and had even booked a private recording studio. All that was left was her presence there to sing. In spite of it, her father had always had a prejudice against entertainers. If he knew that she was going to go sing, he would definitely break her leg, literally.

What should she do? If she broke her promise again, her manager would give her no end to it.

Serenity glanced at the bodyguards behind her and made a beeline for the public restroom.