Pharmaceutical Companies' Profit-Making Methods

"Ah, Betty."

"Kate, happy birthday."

Lauren Bacall, born Betty Joan Perske, was seventy-nine years old. In 1999, the American Film Institute ranked her twentieth among the greatest female movie stars of the twentieth century. Incidentally, Katharine Hepburn ranked first.

Though she had received only a single Oscars nomination, Lauren Bacall undoubtedly held a place in Hollywood's Golden Age.

The two actresses, who had both lived through Hollywood's Golden Age, grew closer as they got older. After all, there were fewer and fewer acquaintances from their era left—

Katharine Hepburn still wore her signature casual pantsuit and could move about without a cane. The latter, especially, filled the equally elderly woman with envy.

"Oh, my God. Kate, what miracle medicine have you been taking? How are you as energetic as a young girl?"

"You know I'm such an outrageous cheapskate. Why would I go around eating random things outside? I just eat healthy and poop healthy."

Since her father had been a doctor, coupled with her own carefree personality, Katharine Hepburn had no taboos when discussing eating, drinking, peeing, or pooping. Everyone who knew her was used to it.

"If there's anything special, it's that my little assistant and private caregiver take very good care of me."

Katharine Hepburn's private caregiver, Maria Thompson, had returned home to look after her children. Only Henry, her little daily-life assistant, remained by the old lady's side.

The Kryptonian who had been called out was stuffing a mini hot dog bun into his mouth. He froze mid-motion, his eyes wide as he looked at the two elderly women discussing him. The sight was utterly comical.

Lauren Bacall reached out and smacked Henry on his pert backside. "Little guy, when are you coming to work for me?

"I can double your pay, you know."

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