Two or three days later.

Xander asked his assistant coldly, "Is there still no news from Rosalie Jacobs?"

The assistant nodded cautiously as he sensed his boss’ foul mood.

Xander's face became even more terrible.

Rosalie's last visit to him was due to the research institute's supplies running low.

He counted the days. The research institute should have run out of medicinal materials by now.

How could she stand there and not approach him?

He sought confirmation from his assistant again. "How is the current situation of their institute?"

The assistant said, "The factory has already shut down. They seemed to have asked for a large number of compensation for lost wages. The preparation of new drugs has completely stopped."

Xander asked, "How long has it been?"

The assistant recalled, "It's been three days."

‘Three days.’

Xander sat behind his desk in deep thought, unconsciously drumming his fingers on the table.

‘Is it true what Rosalie said? That they’ve already found another