Her excitement was uncontrollable, causing her entire body to tremble.

Ginseng grass...

The missing herb was none other than ginseng grass.

Freya flipped open her notebook and reread it once more.

She squinted.

There was another word before 'ginseng', but due to the aged yellowing of her notes, the word 'person' was blurred.

She promptly called Ella and inquired, "Do we have any ginseng in the clinic?"

"No, we used to stock plenty of it, but a few months ago, it suddenly became scarce and its price skyrocketed. We haven't been able to restock for months," Ella responded.

"Alright, I'll ask Lance for some."

Now that all the ingredients were in hand, she needed to conduct numerous experiments to ensure the herbs were refined and suitable for Bradley's use.

Freya immediately reached out to Lance.

However, he informed her that he was currently out of the capital and wouldn't return for another week.

Feeling a sense of urgency, Freya implored, "Could you arrange for someone to procure a batch of ginseng grass for me? I need it urgently."

"Our Fenton family warehouse does have ginseng, but the person in charge is currently on vacation,"

Lance apologized.

"Can't someone else retrieve it for me?"

"I'm sorry, Poppy, but the warehouse is a restricted area of the Fenton family. Aside from the appointed individual, no one else is permitted entry."

Upon hearing this, Freya furrowed her brow in deep thought.

She couldn't access the warehouse, and Lance wouldn't be returning for a week. Waiting wasn't an option.

"Then I'll brainstorm some solutions. Thank you for your offer,"

Freya said, preparing to end the call when Lance's voice unexpectedly interjected.

"Poppy, I can assist you with this matter."

Freya: "???"

"Aside from the warehouse manager, as the CEO of the Fenton family, I naturally have unrestricted access to the warehouse," Lance's resonant voice explained. "I can provide you with a pass, allowing you to retrieve the herbs yourself. All expenses will be covered by me."

Freya was taken aback.

Was Lance suggesting... she could collect the herbs on her own?

Did he trust her so implicitly that he wasn't concerned she might empty the entire Fenton family warehouse?

However, Freya wasn't naïve. She couldn't believe Lance's offer of such favorable treatment came without ulterior motives.

"What are the conditions?" she cautiously inquired.

"I'll reiterate, continue assisting me in managing Cloudstone Group. Whatever herbs you require, I can supply them," Lance replied.

Lance knew well that resorting to such methods to retain Poppy wasn't entirely honorable.

But presently, he lacked a better alternative.

Freya narrowed her eyes, torn by indecision.

Having recently severed ties with Cloudstone, did she really need to re-collaborate with Lance merely for a herb like ginseng?

She glanced at Bradley once more.

His brows remained deeply furrowed.

Under the recent influence of the poison, he had significantly wasted away. Even in slumber, he fretted, fearing abandonment.

Freya realized she couldn't afford to hesitate any longer.

For Bradley's sake, even if Lance demanded her life, she would willingly sacrifice it!

"Alright, I'll agree to your request, but under one condition, I won't participate in any Cloudstone events. I'll solely assist you online."

"Okay, I agree."

Lance couldn't conceal his joy.

He hadn't expected that mere ginseng grass could sway Poppy's decision.

"I'll arrange for someone to bring the access permit to you as a reward. In the future, if you need any medicinal herbs, you can use the permit to collect them from the Fenton family's pharmacy. Just mention my name."

Lance generously offered.

Freya's lips curled up. "Michael Hayes, you said it yourself. When I'm in a good mood, I might just clean out your warehouse."

"Of course."

Freya soon received the access permit from Lance. It was a token engraved with the word 'Fenton.'

She informed Ella that if Bradley woke up and couldn't find her, she should inform him that Freya had gone to Cloudstone Corporation and would return before noon.

Freya had no choice but to deceive Ella with this excuse.

If Bradley discovered she had visited the Fenton Pharmaceutical Group, he would surely be displeased.

Following the navigation, Freya drove to the Fenton family's pharmacy.

It was her first time visiting.

The entire building belonged to the Fenton Group, grand and imposing, comparable to the Austin family's group.

Freya got out of the car and headed toward the entrance.

A security guard quickly intercepted her.

Presenting the access permit, Freya witnessed a rapid change in attitude from the guard. Respectfully, he allowed her entry.

The access permit was exclusively for Mr. Fenton. Seeing it, the guard recognized her as Mr. Fenton's representative. Blocking her was akin to obstructing Mr. Fenton.

It seemed someone had arranged things. From the lobby to the warehouse, Freya encountered no hindrances.

Finding the warehouse, Freya unlocked the door with a key and entered.

Immediately, a rich medicinal fragrance enveloped her.

The shelves inside displayed various medicine cabinets, each labeled with the name of the medicine.

A cursory glance revealed over ten thousand varieties of medicinal herbs stocked in the warehouse.

Truly the pinnacle of pharmaceutical families, with an extensive and organized inventory.

Navigating through the warehouse, Freya noticed the medicinal herbs were arranged alphabetically, making it easy to locate specific ones despite the variety.

Locating the cabinet labeled with 'ginseng', Freya began her search for ginseng grass.

However, due to the height of the medicine cabinets, with ginseng grass located at the very top, she required a ladder.

Just as she climbed up, the warehouse door suddenly swung open from outside.

A man appeared, his expression momentarily puzzled as he looked at Freya. Then, his gaze turned peculiar.

Mentally picturing her face, he realized she wasn't affiliated with the Fenton family's group.

Immediately, he pointed at her indignantly. "Who are you? How dare you infiltrate the Fenton Pharmaceutical Group to steal medicinal herbs? You have some nerve."

Undeterred, Freya, perched on the ladder, turned to face him. "Mr. Lance sent me."

"Nonsense, Mr. Lance is away on a business trip!" the man retorted.

He raised his voice, "Thief! Guards, get over here!"

Within moments, the entire security system of the Fenton Pharmaceutical Group was activated.

Freya's heart sank with a sense of foreboding.

She was just about to climb down when the other party firmly held onto the ladder, denying her any chance to descend.

"It was indeed Mr. Lance who sent me. If you doubt me, check the access permit."

Freya reached out to retrieve the permit, but it slipped from her pocket and got stuck in the medicine cabinet on the next level.

"The Fenton Pharmaceutical Group is a restricted area. Even if Mr. Lance were confused, he wouldn't easily allow someone in, especially since you're not affiliated with the Fenton family."

Lucas Fenton pointed at Freya, his eyes gleaming with intensity.

Having just stepped out of the office, he noticed a figure darting into the warehouse and, driven by curiosity, decided to follow.

To his surprise, it was still the 'thief' dispatched by Lance.

"Sir, I swear I'm not a thief. I truly came on behalf of Lance. Please, check the access permit first."

Freya's anxiety heightened. She felt caught in a bind, uncertain of her next move.

The other party dismissed her with indifference, gripping her tightly.

In no time, security stormed in.

Lucas' tone turned menacing, "Grab this woman and escort her to the police station."