Even Elva knew that her request was a little unreasonable.

But she wouldn't have asked if they weren't so desperate.

"I know I'm asking too much," Elva said with a heavy sigh.

"To be honest, it's not that my husband can't find investors. It's just that he doesn‘t want to accept help from foreign investors, or else the drug will be monopolized by them."

Hearing this, Camila looked up at Elva. They had only known each other for a few days, but she knew Elva was a warm-hearted and considerate person,

She had strict requirements for students and teachers. She also cared about their needs. In a word, she was sensible.

“I used to be a doctor, so I know what you mean.” Camila was painfully aware that once the foreign investors got involved, the drug's market price would be solely controlled by them.

As a result, the poor would suffer because they wouldn't be able to afford the drug.

Although Camila wasn't a doctor anymore, she still held onto medical ethics.

“Well... I guess I could try to help your husband win the investment..." Camila bit her lower lip nervously.

She had no experience in such things, nor was she confident she could be of help.

Elva was over 4@ now. As a dancer, she maintained a good figure, behaved gracefully, and was quite pretty. Although she had a few wrinkles, she had aged gracefully. It was obvious that she and her husband got along well.

Camila envied her. After all, Elva had a happy marriage and was able to pursue her career without restraint.

Camila, on the other hand, had to settle for a job that had nothing to do with her dream.

And her marriage was a complete mess.

Hearing this, Elva's eyes lit up happily. She held Camila's hand and asked, “Really? Thank you. Thank you!"

"I still don't know if I can help," Camila said cautiously.

Elva waved her hand.

“We'll try our best. That's what matters."

Camila was nervous, but she followed Elva's suggestion and wore Light make-up and a body-hugging dress.

Before meeting with Elva's husband, she went to a pharmacy.

Just in case.

She couldn't completely sacrifice herself for them. She wasn't that noble.

Later, she arrived at a high-end restaurant. There, she saw Elva's husband, Harrell.

He wasn't fifty years old yet, but he already had grey hair at his temples.