“James.”

As soon as he entered the clinic, a woman in her twenties wearing a thin shirt paired with a mini denim skirt and a ponytail greeted James with a smile.

It was Whitney.

Whitney had been staying at Henry’s clinic for the past few days.

She had witnessed James ordering people to raze Purity Pharmaceuticals’ factory, and after doing some research, she had a rough guess about James’ identity.

Although she did not know the details, she figured out that James was a prominent figure from the Southern Plains.

“Hello.”

James nodded to Whitney and entered the room.

“James,” Henry quickly rushed over and greeted.

“Where're the things I asked for?”

“Over there. They just arrived,” Henry pointed to a box on the floor and replied.

James walked over, picked up the box, and entered the back room to start working.

Outside.

Whitney pulled Henry and was almost fully leaning her body onto him. She asked with a smile, “Henry, what’s James doing?”

Henry shrugged his shoulders and