When Harrison Thorne returned with food, he saw Aria Sterling drawing Landon Hawthorne's blood.
Landon Hawthorne watched, his brow furrowed. "Why do you need to draw so much?"
"For a detailed analysis, I need a lot of samples," Aria Sterling said calmly. "Don't worry. You might be a little on the thin side, but a few vials won't be enough to make you anemic."
Landon Hawthorne's expression was cold, and he said nothing.
After drawing the blood, Aria Sterling placed the sample containers into the cooler Adrian Rhodes had prepared and locked it. "Adrian, make sure this gets into Mr. Ross's hands within eight hours."
"Rest assured, Miss Sterling. The flight is already booked. I'll make sure it's in Mr. Ross's hands within eight hours." After he spoke, Adrian Rhodes picked up the case and left.
Before leaving, he didn't forget to tell Aria to be careful.
Landon Hawthorne found himself jealous of Adrian Rhodes's loyalty. He asked Aria, "Where did you find such a devoted assistant?"
