The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress Chapter 236 - 237: Cleverly Handling the Press Conference

"Actually, if you had told Madam from the beginning that Sabrina Johnson stole the formula for the miracle drug, you wouldn’t have had your lilight stolen by Noah Phillips today."

Walter Klein now only felt that Adrian Desmond had made a superfluous move, and as a result, shot himself in the foot, right?!

What do you understand? Although Adrian Desmond was annoyed that Noah Phillips had stolen his lilight, he didn’t regret his decision.

If he had told Sienna Johnson that Sabrina Johnson had stolen the formula for the miracle drug, he would inevitably have to implicate Kenneth Brown, and it wasn’t ti to deal with Kenneth Brown yet.

Either he would do nothing to Kenneth, or if he made a move, he had to ensure it was a fatal blow!

Adrian Desmond’s gaze fell again on the stage, this ti on Neal Hubert.

Neal Hubert, that good-for-nothing, naturally couldn’t identify those herbs. Vivian Abbey, being very "mischievous," picked an orchid leaf from her table, and Neal Hubert still couldn’t identify it.

"Mr. Hubert, I’m sorry, that’s an orchid leaf. Any ordinary person should be able to recognize it, right?" Vivian Abbey interjected.

"You fooled with an orchid leaf? No wonder I didn’t recognize it. This doesn’t count. It’s clearly not an herb, so why did you ask to identify it?"

Neal Hubert’s blatant justifications made everyone laugh. He hadn’t just failed to admit his ignorance of Traditional dicine; he’d actually complained that an orchid leaf wasn’t a Traditional dicine! If he truly knew Oriental herbal dicine, even if he couldn’t identify an orchid leaf, shouldn’t he at least know it wasn’t an herb?

Everyone had initially suspected that Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory had stolen the formula from Virtue Pharmaceuticals. Now, it seed like a sudden reversal, making everyone even more suspicious of Virtue Pharmaceuticals.

Over the years, everyone had witnessed how strong the Research and Developnt Departnt of Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory was. The developnt of those miracle drugs had also undergone market tests and received a significant response in the market. It was indeed strange that Virtue Pharmaceuticals, which had been obscure all along, suddenly announced they had developed a miracle drug for fibromyalgia. People genuinely questioned the capabilities of Virtue Pharmaceuticals’ Research and Developnt Departnt.

"Dear colleagues, friends from the dia, Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory absolutely did not steal Virtue Pharmaceuticals’ formula for the fibromyalgia miracle drug. Not only did we not steal it, but we also suspect that Virtue Pharmaceuticals stole our formula.

I have no concrete proof at this mont, but once the truth is uncovered, I will provide everyone with a full account," Sienna Johnson stated, her tone neither servile nor overbearing.

Sienna Johnson looked at President Davis and said, "President Davis, I’d like to tell you sothing: what’s yours will always be yours; what’s not yours, you will never obtain!"

President Davis had thought he held all the advantages. Even if he couldn’t bring down Sienna Johnson today, he believed he could still completely ruin Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory’s reputation. He hadn’t expected Sienna Johnson and Noah Phillips to turn the tables with just a few words.

"HUMPH! Just you wait! I will definitely sue you!" President Davis exclaid furiously.

Seeing President Davis leave and realizing there was nothing more to gain, Neal Hubert also started to slink away. As President Davis passed the elevator, Adrian Desmond’s long leg suddenly shot out, tripping him. Neal Hubert, who was following closely behind, was also tripped and fell, landing heavily on the lean President Davis.

Neal Hubert was very overweight, while President Davis was thin and frail. With Neal on top of him, President Davis was completely obscured.

Adrian Desmond smiled, looking towards Sienna Johnson on the stage. But Sienna was looking at Noah Phillips, her eyes holding no trace of Adrian.

Adrian Desmond’s smile vanished, his face turning ashen.

Walter Klein, standing to the side, didn’t know what to say. Even their wise and valiant Sixth Master made miscalculations at tis. However, it seed that ever since he t Sienna Johnson, the Sixth Master had been experiencing nothing but misfortune. Ah, what an ill-fated connection!

After sending off the dia reporters, Sienna Johnson felt utterly drained. She sat in the large conference room, recalling how overcrowded it had been just monts before. She had felt like a soldier on a battlefield, where the slightest misstep could lead to defeat.

When the reporters left, Gary Fisher gave each one a souvenir from the event, hoping they would be rciful in their reports.

"Are you alright?" Noah Phillips poured her a cup of Jasmine Tea.

The Jasmine Tea was soothing. Sienna took a sip, warming her hands on the cup. "Brother, thank you again for today."

Noah had helped her more than once. Sienna felt she could never repay him, not in this lifeti, nor the next, nor even the one after that.

"You perford very well today." Noah looked at the woman who had matured significantly over the years. While he felt relieved for her, he felt even more proud of her.

"That’s because you were supporting from behind the scenes. Otherwise, I might not have been able to manage the situation today." Sienna admitted she had indeed been sowhat panicked at the beginning. Noah was like a calming presence for her; with him there, she had completely settled down, allowing for her perfect responses later.

She could imagine that if there had been even a slight misstep in their response today, the whole situation would have spiraled out of control.

"The business world is like a battlefield. You’ll encounter many more situations like this in the future. Don’t be afraid; it’s nothing to make a fuss about," Noah reassured her.

"I’m not afraid!"

Seeing Sienna had cald down, Noah analyzed the situation for her. "You must investigate today’s incident thoroughly. There has to be an insider for the formula to have leaked. If you don’t find the mole, this kind of thing will happen again."

"I know." Sienna naturally understood the seriousness of this matter.

Noah was on a business trip and had just been passing through when he decided to visit her. He hadn’t expected sothing like this to happen today. He checked his watch and said, "It’s getting late. I should be going. Call if anything cos up."

Sienna put down her teacup, her eyes full of reluctance as she looked at Noah. "So soon? Can’t you stay for dinner?"

Noah chuckled. "No ti."

Sienna rose as Noah did and handed him his coat. "Brother, you always tell to take care of my health. You should too."

"I know what I’m doing."

Sienna personally saw Noah off.

At the entrance of Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory, Noah, sitting in his car, rolled down the window and said to Sienna, "Go on back."

"Mm," Sienna acknowledged.

She then added, "Have a safe journey!"

"I’ll co and see you when I have ti," Noah replied.

"Alright."

As Noah’s car departed, Sienna silently watched him go. Prominent figures have their own burdens. At the very least, they don’t have as much free ti as ordinary folk, and the daily pressures they face are unimaginable for most.

"Beauty, may I invite you to dinner?" Adrian Desmond could finally make his entrance.

Sienna Johnson turned around to see the flamboyantly dressed man and asked, "Dressed like a peacock today. Do you have a date?"

Adrian Desmond’s smile stiffened. "Yes, I ca to invite you. Would you do the honor?"

Sienna was overwheld, with a pile of matters waiting for her attention. She had no ti to entertain him. "I’m busy!"

Sienna turned and walked back. Adrian Desmond caught up to her. "What if I tell you who stole the formula? Would you have dinner with then?"

Sienna stopped, looking at the handso and charming man. She had to admit, Adrian Desmond was indeed very pleasing to the eye.

"Who?"