Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 962

Chapter 962

Jace and Rhea sat close, heads bent over the data, murmuring back and forth about molecular structures and trial results. Their teamwork was seamless. Harlow, sidelined, scanned the room. One of Emmitt’s assistants kept stealing glances at the pair—something felt off. Weird, she thought, mentally filing it away.

They outlined a rough plan, and Emmitt clapped the table. “Good progress. Let’s break for lunch. We’ll finalize the details this afternoon.”

At the rooftop restaurant, Rhea barely touched her food, still absorbed in the documents. Jace nudged her. “Ease up. Rest now, work later.”

His concern warmed her. She gave a small nod.

The afternoon was intense. Tensions rose as they debated trial samples and hospital partnerships, but Jace’s sharp logic and Rhea’s timely data eased the room, bringing everything into alignment by sunset.

“Excellent work,” Emmitt said. “Here’s to success.”