Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 283 Lela was astonished that Sylvester actually developed a resistance to her blood.

Vanessa and Watson were both esteemed professors at Providence University's medical school, specializing in different fields. Watson focused on cardiology, while Vanessa specialized in pharmacology. They were both esteemed professors and had showed up together in public on several occasions.

But who would have thought they would run into each other like this?

Watson nudged Vanessa's elbow, his mustache twitching. "It's all over Providence University's medical school. Everyone else's research funding is pitifully small. Every time they get a grant, they have to use it sparingly. But you, your lab never lacks funding, and your research projects keep getting more impressive. I'm curious how do you get so lucky?" Glancing inside Vanessa's lab, Watson continued, "So, Mr. Gomez is your backer. That explains a lot."

Watson suddenly leaned in close to Vanessa and whispered, "Vanessa, can you get me an investor like that too?"

Vanessa had long known that Watson was a bit of a rogue. She pushed him away and snorted, "Who doesn't know that your blood lab gets men behind your back? Do you really need me to find you an investor? Besides, aren't you already working with Mr. Gomez's men? Go talk to them yourself."

Watson's mustache twitched at her retort. He adjusted his clothes, waved dismissively at Vanessa, and huffed away.

Vanessa watched Watson's retreating figure, unable to fathom why he was connected to Mr. Gomez.

Unable to figure it out, Vanessa decided to go back to sleep.

As soon as Watson stepped outside, he saw Mildred already driving away.

Watson hurried to catch up, waving and shouting, "Mildred, did you forget about me?"

Mildred only replied, "You don't need to go back. You can head to Central City."

Shivering in the chilly night air, Watson muttered to himself, "At least give me a ride to a hotel or the airport. What's the use of leaving me here?"

After cursing, Watson looked around at the desolate surroundings. It was cold and empty, with not even a motel in sight, and no taxis at this hour. He had no choice but to return to Vanessa's lab and wait until morning. At the Divine Doctor Association, Lela, dressed in a white coat, sterile cap, and gloves, entered the underground lab.

Along the way, disciples greeted her.

Lela nodded slightly and headed straight to the lab.

Philip saw Lela and said, "Sarah, what brings you here?"

Lela looked around, grabbed Philip's hand, and said, "Mr.Philip, I want to see the test results."

Philip gestured to the side. "They're all over there."

Lela sat down and began to go through the stack of test results one by one.

When she saw Sylvester's blood test results, she frowned. One of the data points was particularly abnormal.

She examined it repeatedly, struggling to accept what she saw-Sylvester was resistant to her blood.

How could this be?

Her eye color had already changed, which was the key to the mutant drug's awakening. If her blood had been ineffective from the start, that would be one thing, but how could it still be ineffective now? Lela closed her eyes, her head aching.

Closing her eyes, Lela massaged her temples, trying to think.

Resistance meant she needed to maximize her drug's potency for it to be effective.

The question was what could make her blood's potency be maximized.

Seeing Lela like this, Philip asked worriedly, "Sarah, are you okay?"

Lela suddenly opened her eyes and asked, "Mr.Philip, do you know about mutants?"