SWNOVELS Chapter 43 It Was My Wife Who Was So Great.
Chapter 43 It Was My Wife Who Was So Great.
That sounded like a trap.
Natalie refused to fall into his trap. "Well, I'm not wrong. It's just not on the market, is it?" She went on with an exclamation, said, "I'm a prophet."
Kendrick stuffed a spoonful of rice into her mouth.
He tried to make her shut up.
"I was wrong to send you to the strategy department."Kendrick said suddenly.
Natalie was all ears.
"You should be a stand-up!"
Natalie quickly covered her mouth.
Her little gestures and expressions were very rich.
Kendrick looked down, but he couldn't hide his smile.
"Though I can't work inthe strategy department, I can be a strategy consultant." Natalie said, "Just pay me the normal market price."
Kendrick said, "That will be my personal account expenditure."
Thisexpenditure couldn't be onthe corporate account.
Natalie squinted and said, "Whata capitalist! You care every penny."
"I'm flattered!" Kendrick laughed. "Tell me, how much is in your account?"
Natalie answered, "Not a lot. It's not the time yet, but I'm getting there."
"What are you going to do with it?" Kendrick asked again, "It's boring just to make money with money."
She was going to invest in biomedical research and development.
But now her money was a drop in the bucket.
She needed to make a lot money.
So that the development of medical science would be promoted.
"For something great!" Natalie kept him in suspense, "When you hear this thing, you will be surprised and highly praise this person. You will be impressed by her ambition and dream. Then you find out, it is your wife!"
She blinked her eyes in a clever way, asking for praise.
Kendrick showed a weak smile.
He was so handsome when he smiled. His eyes were down, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised. His cold and serious face softened.
The light of the setting sun fell on him and there was a halo with him.
Like a god descending.
Natalie thought that she was so happy to see him happy.
In the evening, Natalie turned on her computer.
She started emailing Owen back.
[What I'm talking about is based on academic theory. There is no precedent in the world to restore the ability to move by promoting spinal cord neural stem cells. If successful, it could greatly improve the development of neuroscience. Since you are Walker's student, you must know Kendrick of the Ramsey Group. He's been paralyzed for years by nerve cells damage in his spinal cord. If he can walk again, it will shock the world. You will be the man who leads this era.]
She clicked the Send.
Natalie felt like she was running a pyramid scheme.
She tried her best to fool Owen.
But he got something, too.
Once successful,
His name would be in medical history.
He would feel fulfilled all his life.
To her surprise, Owen didn't sleep yet and replied her soon.
[Dear professor, I'm surprised that you are Hamgradish. We can communicate in Hamgradish. I have analyzed the condition of Mr. Ramsey, but I have never had a chance to see him in person. In recent years, his willingness to accept diagnosis has declined, perhaps because he lost hope and does not want to waste time. If possible, I hope to see himand help him to stand up again. My teacher has been trying to get him back to mobility for years, but I'm not sure he'll agree to do this. He's a man with ego.]
Look at Owen.
His words were so veiled.
He's a man with ego.
He meant that Kendrick was stubborn and it was hard to persuade him, right?
[Don't worry about it. Once you return, someone will contact you!]
[Why are you so sure?]
Natalie couldn't answer this question.
She wondered why he had so many questions.
[Just keep contact. No questions!]
Owen understood.
In mysterious ancient Eastern countries, there were some mysterious people who couldn't show their true identity, a hidden master, because of fate limited. This professor must be one of them.
Kendrick was in his room reading on his Pad.
Owen's profile was on the screen.
He was a leading expert in neurosurgeon.
A paper just published in Science showed that paralyzed rats could regain mobility after surgery.
This case laid the theoretical foundation for human recovery.
And he was very young.
He was only 26 years old.
But he had such cutting-edge research achievement.
With a talent like his, the sky is the limit...
Kendrick looked down at his legs.
He managed a wry smile.
Restore mobility?
Was it possible?
He had no hope about this.
But he was willing to give it a try.
It was not just because she begged.
Deep down his heart, maybe he had expectations, too.
Getting up again and standing by her side.
His finger ran unconsciously across the page.
It was a cartoon.
The boy held the girl high.
His eyes were gentle, like stars.
Group meeting of Ramsey Group on Monday.
Kendrick presented to shareholders his vision and plan for the hotel business, which was moving toward smart hotels, with twice market share growth by the end of the year.
This was his goal and his promise.
He would be responsible for all the results.
He would also relaunch electronics business of Ramsey Group.
He planed to build the basic framework through merger and acquisition.
After the meeting, Nigel was pushing him back to BuildingA when his uncle, Melvin Ramsey, stopped him.
Melvin was over 40 years old, unmarried but had lot of women.
His face too greasy and puffy.
"Kendrick!" He calledin an elderway, "You move too fast. Oh no, I forgot you can't move."
Nigel clenched his fists behind him.
"I know you want to do something, but you have to think about your health too!" Melvin disdained, saying, "Don't try to take too much. Take too much will kill you!" Kendrick smiled faintly, answered, "Melvin, you gave me the hotel business, and I built the electronic business. Everyone finds it troublesome and is unwilling to take it. For the profitable part like finance or real estate, I didn't even think about it."
One who couldcontrol his emotions always prevails.
"Melvin, you've always been wary of me. There's no need." Kendrick raised his face and looked humble as a junior, saying, "You are an elder, I respect you all the time. You also know that my health condition makes me fail to achieve many things, so I just want to spend my time doing something that others do not want to do."
Melvin brushed his unbuttoned suit behind him. His shoes lightly tap on the ground with his hands on hips,
It looked greasy and disdainful.
And it made people want to punch him in the face.
Kendrick said with a gentle voice, "I know the boundaries. The cake is limited, and I won't take your cake. But the bigger the cake will be, the more we will share, right?"
Melvin condescended and looked at him, then he kicked his wheelchair, saying, "You're not stupid. But Nancy told me that you bullied her a while ago and made her husband slap her. Is that true?" Kendrick laughed, asking, "How can I do that?"
Melvin rubbed his chin and thought it was unlikely.
He guessed that Nancy, that idiot, talked crazy after arguing with her husband.
After Melvin left, Kendrick turned a cold face, and was full of atmosphere of anger.
Back in Building A, he asked Nigel, "Who dealt with Melvin's last drunk driving hit-and-run?"
"It dealt directly by the head of the police department."
"Break the news to Nancy and tell her that Melvin plans to buy out the rest of her shares at a low price to oust her from the board."