Selene Kane felt a wave of panic in her heart, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her skirt.
Could it be that she's seen too many handsome men in magazines and on TV recently, leading to aesthetic fatigue turning into heart overload?
How could she get so nervous just by being near two men?
Could it be a subconscious issue?
"I understand your concerns, so I don't dare make any guarantees."
She forced herself to calm down, trying to keep her voice steady.
"But if you're willing to support me, I'm willing to offer up this formula, even if just as a trial, hoping to make a small contribution to society."
She let out a dry laugh, the sound was parched.
The smile hung on her lips but didn't reach her eyes, instead making her seem a bit guilty.
"It's also a way to contribute to society."
Lady Lynn's gaze was sharp, she gently raised the round fan in her hand, the ivory-white fan face slowly lifted, half-covering her slightly upturned lips.
