Sarah Moore handed a glass of water to Alia Miles, quietly observing her.
Alia Miles accepted it, thanked her, and took a sip.
What did the maid say this girl’s na was earlier?
Sarah Moore?
Which Sarah Moore?
Could it be...
A phone was handed over with a line written on it, "Are you okay? How did you encounter kidnappers?"
Upon seeing this line, Alia Miles clenched the water glass.
"I’m not really sure. I ca from Sea City to find Mosa, the healer of Moore Pharmaceuticals. I don’t know whom I offended, just got off the plane and was targeted."
Thinking about the incident just now, she still felt lingering fear.
Luckily, she brought four bodyguards.
Without the bodyguards’ cover, she might have already been dead.
She was puzzled by what kind of people they were.
Why was she targeted as soon as she got off the plane?
Was it that they were waiting for her from the start?
Was it preditated?
Then, only soone who knew her itinerary would’ve arranged outside the airport.
So, was it the likes of Gavin Miles wanting to resolve her outside?
Thinking this might be the case, a trace of coldness flashed in Alia Miles’s eyes.
"You’re looking for Healer Mosa? What’s wrong with you?"
Another line appeared on the phone screen.
Alia Miles glanced at it and t Sarah Moore’s concerned yet slightly anxious eyes.
Was she worried about her?
These eyes, why did they resemble the concern of her good friend Kiki?
Alia Miles looked blankly at the woman in front of her, unconsciously reaching out to remove the veil from her face.
Wanting to see clearly what she actually looked like?
At this mont, a sound ca from upstairs.
"Coco woke up looking for mommy?"
"Hum hum ee yah."
Alia Miles’s hand paused, instinctively looking up.
At the staircase, a young man was slowly coming down holding a five or six-month-old girl.
The man had a slender figure and a handso face.
He talked softly to the little one while descending.
This person is...
Alia Miles stared intently at the man who had reached the first floor, her eyes suddenly brightening.
Before coming, she reviewed information about Moore Pharmaceuticals.
She especially focused on Mosa and Frost Moore, the current head of Moore Group.
Frost Moore usually maintains a low profile and rarely accepts interviews.
Only once did a journalist capture his appearance.
And that appearance completely matched the man in front of her.
So, could this man be Frost Moore, the current president of Moore Group?
Alia Miles felt a surge of emotion, thinking she found effortlessly what had been hard to find.
Unexpectedly, in avoiding killers, she t a mber of the rcer Family.
Was he married?
Were he and this woman a couple?
"Brooke, there are guests at ho?"
Frost Moore walked to Sarah Moore’s side, holding the child, and looked Alia Miles up and down.
Sarah Moore accepted the child from his arms, casting a glance at Alia Miles.
Before she could speak, Alia Miles hurriedly introduced herself, "Hello, President Moore, I am Alia Miles, here seeking dical assistance. Can I et your grandfather, Mosa the healer?"
Upon hearing this, Frost Moore frowned, his face darkening.
"Seeking dical help at my ho? Seems you’ve got my background all figured out."
Misunderstood!
Alia Miles quickly explained, "No, President Moore, you’re mistaken. I ca from Sea City, just recently pursued by assassins, stumbled upon here by chance. Before coming, I did look into your data, thus recognized you."
"Chased by assassins? Such a coincidence?"
Frost Moore looked skeptical.
"It’s true, President Moore, if you don’t believe, you can check my background. I’m the current CEO of Miles Corporation, there’s no reason for to deceive you."
Alia Miles showed sincere earnestness.
Upon hearing Miles Corporation ntioned, sothing flickered in Frost Moore’s eyes.
His sleeve was lightly tugged, and he looked sideways into Sarah Moore’s clear eyes.
Frost Moore’s eyes moved slightly, then he coughed lightly and said, "My grandfather is away traveling; hasn’t returned yet, I’m afraid Miss Grant might be disappointed."
Upon hearing this, a trace of gloom flashed in Alia Miles’s eyes, but she quickly perked up.
"It doesn’t matter, I can wait."
She had to wait until Mosa returned.
Otherwise, how would she solve the Gu on Damon Hawke?
"My grandfather’s travels usually last two to three months, potentially extending to eighteen months. You may be able to wait, but the illness likely can’t."
Frost Moore looked at Alia Miles, asking, "Tell , who’s ill? What condition makes you travel all the way to Vexia seeking help?"
Upon hearing these words, Alia Miles gathered herself.
"My fiancé had a car accident, after which he lost all mory, but insists on things contrary to reality. Upon examination, doctors inferred he might have been inflicted with Gu by soone."
"Having heard many knowledgeable individuals exist in Vexia, I utilized the guise of business affairs to co here, hoping to find a redy for my fiancé’s affliction."
Frost Moore listened attentively, his brow slightly furrowed.
"Are you saying your fiancé was afflicted with Gu? That’s a vicious technique. Your description is too vague; to accurately diagnose, I must personally see the patient."
Indeed!
The ntion of Gu was a first for her as well.
Hence, she hoped to invite the healer to personally examine Damon Hawke.
Alia Miles looked at Frost Moore, with a subtle emotion in her gaze.
"President Moore, I’ve heard Moore Pharmaceuticals plans to seek nationwide partnerships and expand as a chain. Could I invite you to visit Sea City with , to inspect so prominent enterprises and, in the anti, examine my fiancé?"
Though Mosa is traveling, Frost Moore remains at hand.
Being Mosa’s grandson, his dical skills surely won’t be inferior.
Was it possible to solicit his assistance?
Upon hearing this request, Frost Moore’s face darkened once more.
"Sorry, I have no plans to visit Sea City, please return."
"President Moore, you’re Mosa’s grandson; saving a life is a significant virtue. I sincerely ask for dical help, whatever conditions you have, I am willing to et."
Alia Miles pleaded urgently.
"I said, I’m not going to Sea City."
Frost Moore furrowed his brow, casting a glance at the nearby Sarah Moore.
"Then can I bring my fiancé over?" Alia Miles asked.
"Sorry, I am very busy; I’m also not my grandfather, my abilities are limited."
Frost Moore repeated with a stern expression.
Alia Miles’s mouth opened slightly, looking at Frost Moore’s stern face, her eyes darkened with disappointnt.
Indeed, she and he were unrelated, he wasn’t obligated to assist her.
"Brother, Coco is hungry."
Suddenly, Sarah Moore blurted out a few words.
The woman’s voice was coarse like a duck, making Alia Miles involuntarily look at her in surprise.
She could speak?
But why was her voice so unpleasant?
Frost Moore glanced at Sarah Moore, t her sowhat pleading eyes, brows slightly knitted.
After a mont, he looked at Alia Miles, saying, "Since you’re here, rest a while before leaving, I’ll have the kitchen prepare so food."
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