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Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1633
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Chapter 1633: The First Round of Testing Begins

"Thank you, Mom." Jennifer had a sweet smile on her face and then cast a happy glance at the man beside her.

"Let's go," Ivan said, putting his arm around her shoulder and leading her outside with confident steps.

"Be careful!" Aubree cautioned, "Walk slowly, one step at a time!"

In the spacious yard, in front of the limited edition Lamborghini, Ivan considerately opened the car door for her.

Jennifer bent down and sat in the passenger seat, and he closed the door for her before returning to the driver's seat.

When Ivan and Jennifer were together, he usually drove himself. He enjoyed this tspent with her.

"Do you remember my medical books?" Jennifer turned her gaze to the handsprofile of the man. "They were given toat

the welfare home."

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"Of course | remember, the one you were just reading."

"It describes various covert methods of poisoning and the preparation of antidotes, all related to plants," Jennifer informed him.

"The description Rowan wrote on the note is very similar to one of the cases in the book, but | can't be a hundred percent sure it's

that particular method of poisoning."

Upon hearing this, Ivan seemed to see a glimmer of hope. "Isn't that a coincidence?"

"But there's at least a ninety percent chance that my guess is correct," Jennifer said. "I'll first determine the type of poison and

then try to formulate an antidote."

Ivan sighed with a smile and looked at her. "Now you're Rowan's strongest and most powerful helper. If you can develop an

antidote similar to the class within a short time, it would be a good choice forto bring it over."

"That's easy, but finding the culprit will be more difficult," Jennifer asked softly, "Do you have a better way to identify them?"

"As a prince who has just returned to the palace, he is most likely under surveillance. So | haven't had direct communication with

him; in the eyes of others, we are strangers. That's the most frustrating part."

"Then give him a phone, the kind that prevents eavesdropping. Put my number in it. | think it would be more convenient forto

research the medicine here than for him over there," Jennifer suggested.

"Okay." Ivan then told her that Rowan had bought many plants at the flower market, sof which were mixed with herbs. He was

also researching tirelessly over there.

Jennifer listened silently, her thoughts drifting off. "You know, if the culprit's method of poisoning is exactly the sas described

in the book, if it is determined to be the stype of poison, then... is it a coincidence? Or has the culprit also read this book?"

As she finished speaking, she looked at him.

Ivan glanced sideways, meeting his wife's gaze, and felt a chilling thought.

Soon, the Lamborghini cto a stop in the courtyard of Rowan's villa, and the conversation on this topic cto an end.

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They got out of the car, stepping on the accumulated snow and made their way towards the living room. Along the way, Ivan held

her waist, protecting her safety. "Are you cold?"

"No, are you?" She turned her gaze to him.

He said to her, "With you by my side, how can | feel cold?"

Climbing the steps, Ivan entered his fingerprint code, and the door opened.

In the living room, they went straight upstairs and arrived at the entrance of the futuristic-looking pharmaceutical research

laboratory.

Entering the code, the door opened, and the whole room instantly lit up. The previously open curtains closed automatically, like a

graceful dancer.

Ivan handed the box to Jennifer, and she took it and gently placed it on the table.

Then she took off her down jacket, skillfully took out a sterile suit from the cabinet, and quickly tied up her dark hair. She was

ready to immerse herself in work.