Chapter 356:
Harlee settled onto the sofa, her long and graceful legs crossed with an air of defiance, paying no mind to the fact that she was wearing a dress today. Reclining on the sofa, she looked towards Sprague, who was engrossed in painting at a desk across the room. She asked in a casual tone, âWhat did you call me here for?â
Sprague had messaged her urgently at six in the morning, asking her to come by noon.
At the desk, Sprague completed his final brushstroke, set the brush aside, and slowly approached Harlee, his hand over his heart, his steps showing his struggle.
âDidnât you promise me youâd have the coronary bypass surgery? Have you not made arrangements with the hospital?â Harlee asked.
A year earlier, Spragueâs heart condition had been deemed critical, with doctors advising a coronary bypass surgery to extend his life.
He had been hospitalized numerous times since.
However, Sprague was both stubborn and a dedicated workaholic.
He couldnât bring himself to take a break until his work was done. It was Harlee who, by dedicating a decade to the National Aerospace Agency without seeking compensation, finally persuaded Sprague to agree to the surgery. She hadnât anticipated him delaying it while she was occupied.
Remembering the family doctorâs words from that morning, a look of sorrow filled Spragueâs eyes.
He knew his time was running short.
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âIâm fine, just not used to standing for two or three hours anymore since I donât paint as often,â Sprague said, skillfully dodging the question about his surgery.
Harlee gave a cold look at the butler who lingered nearby.
Feeling self-conscious, the butler lowered his head and then gave a couple of nervous nods.
He shared Spragueâs uneasiness under Harleeâs intense gaze.
Harlee called the hospital and contacted Willis to confirm whether Sprague was actually alright. Then, with a slight curl of her lips, she casually asked, âDoes the National Aerospace Agencyâs mechanical lab require a substantial amount of funding?â
Sprague was caught off guard by her knowledge.
Even Anthony, who had been his assistant for years, was unaware of this. Indeed, the National Aerospace Agencyâs lab needed nearly twenty billion in funding. The primary reason he had discreetly redirected funds from the Green-Sanderson business conflict was to support this. This information was highly confidential, known only to a select few at the top.
âDid you guess, or do you have some inside information Iâm unaware of?â Sprague gestured for the butler and Anthony to leave the room.
âThis mechanical lab is a national priority project. If it succeeds, our countryâs fighter jets will see significant advancements.
However, because of its classified nature, the state canât easily release funds, and the project is currently on hold.â
âI need to revive it, so Iâm in desperate need of significant financial help.â
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