After a moment, the awkwardness on his face gradually faded, then he moved his thin lips and whispered to her.
"But before that, I need to make thorough preparations."
Thorough preparations?
Upon hearing this, Summer Shawcross displayed a puzzled expression.
Shortly after Noah Drexler finished speaking, the phone in his trouser pocket suddenly vibrated.
He raised his hand, pulled out the phone, glanced at the number on the screen, swiftly swiped his slender fingers across it, then put the phone to his ear and listened with a furrowed brow to the voice coming through.
"Mr. Drexler, our experiment has yielded results. When are you coming over? The doctor wants to speak with you in person."
Listening to the other person, his face froze for a moment, a glint flashed in his eyes.
"Okay, I'm heading there right now!" He pursed his lips, then responded.
After finishing the call, he hung up and put the phone back.
