Chapter 59
The elite young ladies and gentlemen were rarely seen. Even at the most glamorous events, they appeared as the most honored guests.
To the average person who had little knowledge of high society world, they were aware that these individuals were the true heavyweights, making stars look like mere mortals in comparison.
And among these elites, Arabella, the darling princess, was particularly sought after. However, these young heirs and heiresses weren’t very active in public life, rarely publishing something or engaging with the public.
So it was quite a surprise when they all started liking Miranda’s updates.
This unexpected show of support had people speculating about Miranda’s background. Despite sharing the last name Hawke, due to some drama and rivalry with Arabella, no one had made the connection between Miranda and the Hawke family.
Those who did consider it quickly dismissed the idea, given the Hawke brothers‘ attitude towards Miranda. After all, if they were truly family, their relationship wouldn’t seem like that.
Rumors about Miranda’s identity began to swirl online.
“Could Miranda be some kind of heiress too?”
“Haha, those who called Miranda a nobody, come and see, her connections are way better than Arabella’s!”
“Miranda’s clearly the understated heiress, unlike Arabella who’s everywhere, desperate for attention. Both Hawkes, but what a difference.”
“These days anyone can claim to be a rich heiress. Miranda was my classmate, her family was broke, yet she went to a private school. How could she be an heiress?”
“Yeah, Miranda’s parents were awful, poor and nasty. No way someone from that family could be a good person.”
Despite her being well–known in elite circles, they wouldn’t gossip about her being Miss Lancaster. Their upbringing taught them to respect others‘ privacy and not meddle in affairs that weren’t theirs. But liking a post or making a cryptic comment was fair game.
Unaware of the storm brewing online, Miranda logged off after responding to some messages and went back to her work in the lab, crafting her pharmaceuticals.
Her products were in high demand on the black market, fetching higher prices with each transaction. This was no surprise to her for she’d already considered the possibility.
Even in another more advanced parallel world, her medicines were priceless. However, since this batch wasn’t made from her own cultivated ingredients and lacked the unique qualities of her premium products, they were considered inferior.
Those medicines made from what she nurtured by herself were actually deemed superior.
Demand for her information was high, with people willing to pay top dollar to track her down. But the black market protected buyers and sellers with fake IPs, and Miranda had added multiple layers of protection online. Only a top–tier hacker could uncover her true identity.
Miranda was the heir and head to NexMed Labs, a position that required mastering various skills, including computer science, as a survival mechanism. Without top–level hacking skills, finding her was nearly impossible.
Unbeknownst to her, her drug had caught the attention of the World Medical Organization (WMO).
“This new drug on the black market heals wounds and tissues quickly, allowing six hours of unhindered
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movement with no side effects even after the time. Its healing capabilities surpass any known surgical procedure.”
A doctor in a lab coat held the pill with incredibility in his eyes. “Initially, the limited release was twenty pieces, mostly purchased by mercenaries. Later, few sold retail to Athletes. Now, those mercenaries are desperate for more, seeking the seller’s info.”
For those in perpetual combat, this drug was a miracle. Its value was evident to those who experienced its effects, leading to a frenzy of high offers.
Naturally, some countries‘ military forces had been also keeping a close watch since it was released. If the drug’s potential was discovered, it could revolutionize multiple industries.
Another member nodded. “It’s incredible that such a pharmaceutical genius exists. We’ve analyzed the components and ratios but can’t replicate it.”
“If we could bring this talent into our organization, it could be a significant advancement for humanity,” Cedric Myers exclaimed, his excitement palpable.
For a renowned medical scientist, whose portrait hung in universities, to be so thrilled spoke volumes about the drug’s impact.
“Drug?” Elian’s brows furrowed slightly. “What do you mean?”
Mr. Ashcroft explained, “People from Virell sent word, suggesting you keep an eye on and look into it if you have time.”
