Chapter 6 Glamlisse White, the Medical Genius

"Betty, why is Mr. Cobb looking for me?" Betty lost her patience all of a sudden. "Just go as you're told. Don't ask any questions." Left with no choice, Giselle went with her. The corridor was quiet, and she was so nervous that each step felt as though she was walking on thin ice. Betty knocked on the door, and an emotionless voice said from inside the room, "Come in." Giselle opened the door and stepped in. The spacious study was solemn, and Elijah sat behind the huge mahogany desk with an unfinished cigar between his fingers. His head was lowered, and he was checking a text message on his phone. "Boss, the medical genius, Glamlisse White, left our text on read. Even though the research topic in her hands is the one we're missing, there are countless other medical geniuses in this world. She's not the only one we need, is she? Should I withdraw the invitation and extend it to someone else instead?" Elijah frowned. With the cigar between his slender fingers, he tapped the screen rapidly. "Send me all of her information. I'll meet her personally." Withdraw and look for someone else? That wasn't his style when it came to business. Whether it was a person or a situation, he only wanted the best. The fact that Glamlisse was unwilling to join Brilliance Laboratory only proved that their offer wasn't good enough. After replying to the text, Elijah raised his gaze at Giselle. Her palms were turning clammy, and she stood about six feet away from Elijah. "Why are you looking for me, Mr. Cobb?" He rested his gaze on her flawless face, the cigar smoke wafting in the air hiding the emotions in his eyes. "Did you stop outside earlier? What did you hear?" Just as Giselle had thought, it was about this matter. Composedly, she answered, "Mr. Cobb, I happened to pass by and heard people speaking inside. I realized that Mrs. Cobb Senior was discussing family affairs with you, so I immediately walked away. I didn't hear anything else." Elijah stared at her for a few seconds. Subconsciously, he tapped on the smooth surface of the desk, making dreary sounds. A while later, he suddenly said, "Come closer." Every muscle in Giselle's body turned rigid. She stood rooted to the spot and looked downward. "Mr. Cobb, I'll just answer from here. You're the head of the family, whereas I'm just a helper. Mrs. Cobb will not like it if I get closer." Elijah raised his brows. Looking at how submissive she was, he somehow recalled the woman in his bed last night, the way she had moaned when he thrust heavily into her. He gulped and didn't push it further, changing the topic instead. "You're the nutritionist Anna brought over, so you probably know her very well. Do you have a feeling that she's been out of sorts recently?" Giselle's heart skipped a beat. Did he already notice that she was the woman in his bed every night? Was that why he was asking such a question to sound her out? No, now wasn't the time for her to reveal herself. Her hands were hidden in her sleeves, and she dug her nails deeper into her palms. However, she looked as though she was thinking hard. A few moments later, she replied in a serious tone, "Recently… Mrs. Cobb hasn't been eating well. She hardly eats much of anything, including the herbal tonic I make for her." Still, Elijah kept his gaze fixed on her, his scrutiny making Giselle breathless. She didn't know how long it was until he finally looked away. He picked up the cigar cutter on the desk and casually trimmed the tip of the cigar. "She's been a little weak recently. Take good care of her after this." Hearing that, Giselle breathed a sigh of relief, and a thought rose in her mind—this was just as she had thought. As she had expected, Elijah cared a lot about Anna. He cared about her to every detail and accepted her unconditionally. Submissively, Giselle lowered her head. "Yes, Mr. Cobb. I'll put more effort into preparing nutritious food for Mrs. Cobb." "You can go now." Elijah didn't spare any more attention on her, and she quickly slipped out. She had just descended the staircase and turned a corner when her phone screen started to flash. Her senior, Luke Jenkins, was calling. Giselle picked up the call and whispered, "Hello, Luke." After greeting him, she headed to her own bedroom. Hiding in the shadow of the staircase, Betty popped out half of her head sneakily. Giselle had just called the person Luke. Did she have a lover outside? She was such a whore. Betty sniggered. "Pfft! I'm going to tell Mrs. Cobb about this." In her room, Giselle locked the door, and Luke's voice boomed from her speaker. "What the hell have you done, Giselle?" "What happened, Luke?" "You know Elijah Cobb, don't you? He's sent people to investigate you." Giselle felt her scalp turning numb. Elijah had just finished interrogating her in the study, and now, Luke was telling her that Elijah was looking her up. Had she really given herself away? Luke continued, "Their investigations were cleverly hidden. If I hadn't left a hook in the security system, I wouldn't have noticed it. Don't keep it a secret if you've really done something to prompt the Cobbs to investigate you. At worst, we'll get Mr. Neumann to negotiate with the Cobbs. Elijah will probably do Mr. Neumann the favor." Suddenly, Giselle noticed something amiss. "What's he looking up about me?" "The results of your past research. He even resorted to uncommon methods, offering a sky-high reward in the Deep Web for information on Glamlisse White's true identity." Giselle's uptight nerves instantly relaxed. In its place was great relief and absurdity. As it turned out, Elijah was investigating Glamlisse White, not Giselle Lane. Her voice gained composure as she said, "You don't need to care about this. It's fine. Let him investigate." Two seconds passed by in silence before Luke said in a knowing tone, "Okay. Since this matter doesn't bother you, meet Elijah Cobb in Golden Horses Club tomorrow at 10:00 am. I've already agreed to the meeting on your behalf."