Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Mabel's hands trembled with fear as she spoke in a shaky voice. "Just now, Genevieve told me that a team from Prospectus Technology came over. They collected several fingerprints from the labels of dilute and concentrated sulfuric acid. They're going to collect our fingerprints this afternoon to compare."

Lucia's gaze darkened as she gritted her teeth, staring at Mabel. "You fool! Didn't you know you should wear gloves when you swapped the labels?"This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"I... I was too panicked. I just forgot... and by the time I remembered, it was too late..." Mabel was on the verge of tears. "Lucia, what do I do... You have to help me..."

Lucia looked impatient. "How can I help you? Can I magically change another person's fingerprints?"

When Nyla's flask exploded during the experiment, Damon's secretary immediately ordered the lab and adjacent reagent storage room to be sealed off. They never had a chance to wipe the fingerprints off the I "But I can't lose this job. Otherwise, I won't be able to afford my mom's medical bills..."

Mabel was willing to do anything for Lucia to secure a job for her father so they could earn money for her mother's medical expenses. If she lost the job, what would be the point of it all?

Seeing Mabel's unstable emotions, Lucia knew she had to find a way to placate Mabel, or she would also be implicated.

"Don't worry for now. I heard there's a local company researching simulation gloves that replicate even fingerprints. I'll figure out a way to get you a set. You should be able to get through this afternoon." "Really?" A glimmer of hope flashed in Mabel's eyes as she looked excitedly at Lucia.

"Yeah. Go back to work for now. I'll make a call to my dad."

"Okay."

After Mabel left, Lucia called Clement. "Dad, I need your help with something."

Meanwhile, Genevieve was on the phone with Spencer

After listening to Genevieve's explanation, Spencer chuckled. "Ms. Reeve, I'll need to consult with Mr. Sumner about this."

After hanging up, Spencer walked into Damon's office and knocked.

"Mr. Sumner, Ms. Reeve from Park Pharmaceuticals needs our help. She wants us to send a team over to collect fingerprints from everyone in their R&D department."

Damon frowned, looking up at him. "Reason?"

"She said it's to determine if anyone tampered with the labels on the reagents used by Ms. Jayston during -her experiment."

"Understood. You handle this matter."

After Spencer left, Damon returned to the documents, but he found it hard to focus.

Earlier, when Nyla's wounds were being tended to, he noticed seven to eight wounds of varying sizes on her hands. She had endured quite a lot, not making a sound when the wounds were being treated.

Thinking about it, Damon furrowed his brow involuntarily. Why did he bare whether she was in pain or not? She wasn't his wife.

Irritated, he opened a drawer, took out a lighter, and lit a cigarette, trying to suppress his restless emotions.

Back at home, Nyla didn't have to wait long before the doorbell rang

Checking the monitor, she saw it was Michael and went to open the door.

"Mr. Parkin, what's the matter?"

"Mrs. Sumner, Mr. Sumner sent you this purse."