(Three days later)The time Vironix gave to Fiona was already exhausted. Fiona kept pacing around the meeting room. It was over. Vironix has called and asked that Fiona hand over the patent already. She trusted Jasper, but she wasn't sure if Jasper could help now. To make matters worse, Jasper wasn't here yet. “I thought ‘Mr. I know what to do’ said he'd be here in three days time with solutions?” Mr Han asked.“He will." Bai Zhe replied immediately knowing that Jasper was just running late and didn't plan to back out as the shareholders were thinking. “Then where is he?" Royce asked. His eyes fuming in anger. Fiona didn't bother to speak. She was deep in thought as she paced. The only person that could calm her down now is Jasper. She doesn't wish to hand over the formula to them nor does she plan to share their profits with Vironix. “After claiming he would handle the matter himself, he decided to run. I knew it. I knew that good for nothing—*The door pushed open, causing Drex

"I came with reporters,” Jasper said. The words landed like a hammer. Papers rustled. Someone tried to smile and failed. Fiona didn’t flinch. She had already calculated how bad this could get. Across the table, Zhou Hao, who had his arms crossed, face smug, leaned back with a lazy grin that screamed overconfidence, not control. “You what?” someone barked. “Yes,” Jasper said. “Reporters. Cameras. Questions. I’ve already told them the story.” That drained the color from more than one face. Zhou Hao scoffed loud enough for everyone to hear. “Oh please,” Zhou said. “What story could you possibly tell that anyone still cares about? You’ve been finished since your little empire crumbled.” Jasper’s gaze slid toward him, “You talk too much, Zhou.” That simple reply turned heads. “I’ll tell them Vironix is a bully,” Jasper went on, his tone steady. The room stirred. The shareholders had arrived ready to posture, but Jasper’s calm was heavier than any threat. Zhou Hao snorted, “Bully?

Jasper didn’t linger after the call ended. He packed lightly, locked the door behind him, and headed straight for the airport. The airport wasn’t crowded, just busy enough for him to blend in. He boarded the plane with the same calm he carried everywhere, took his seat, and closed his eyes. The flight would be long, but he didn’t mind. A few hours of silence wasn’t a punishment for him. It was rest.When the plane finally touched down, the sun was already dipping behind the city buildings. He walked out of the terminal with a small bag over his shoulder, scanning the crowd.He didn’t have to look far.Zoey spotted him first.“There you are!” she called, practically bouncing as she waved both hands in the air. She rushed toward him before he could respond. “You didn’t even tell me you’d land early.”“I said I was coming. You should’ve guessed,” Jasper replied, the corner of his mouth lifting.Zoey grabbed his arm, tugging him toward the parking lot. “Come on. There’s something I need

During the morning session, the country was already awake with the breaking news. The spread of the news was swift,fast, faster than most rumors, and this time it wasn’t something people laughed about. A miracle doctor. A man who said he could cure anything. And the source was one of the most reputable hospitals in the region, so people had no reason to doubt. They believed without hesitation.Families started moving before sunset, some carrying bags, some pushing relatives in wheelchairs, some holding children who looked too tired to lift their own heads up. No one cared about how they looked. No one cared about the money. Illness made everything else small and less important.The hospital staff hadn’t expected such a crowd. By 6 a.m., the waiting hall was full. By 7 a.m., the entrance walkway was blocked. By 8 a.m., people were standing outside the gate, forming lines that stretched down the road. Some even sat on the curb, refusing to leave. They feared moving away might make them

By the time Jasper came inside the room,the first patient was waiting already. A young woman in a wheelchair, her hands folded neatly on her lap, her face calm in the way people look when they’ve accepted something long ago. Her family stood at her back, three people dressed in expensive clothes, their expressions stiff with worry.Zoey walked beside Jasper,not saying a word. The doctors formed a half-circle around them, all of them pretending not to stare too much.Jasper stopped infront of the wheelchair. He looked at the girl’s legs for a moment, then lifted his gaze to her eyes.“What’s her condition?” he asked.One of the doctors cleared his throat. “She was born this way. No ability to walk. Congenital issue. Every hospital she’s visited said the same thing—no cure.”The girl didn’t look away. “I know,” she said softly.Jasper nodded once. “I see.”Her mother stepped forward. “Doctor, we’ve tried everything. Money is not an issue. We only want her to stand. Even once. Just once,