Denver's face was a mask of barely contained rage as they left the hospital, his hands clenched into white-knuckled fists. "Five million dollars! Five million dollars down the drain because of that charlatan!"His voice shook with fury. "My father will never forgive me for this. The Walsh family reputation is in ruins!"Emilia barely listened to his ranting, her mind racing with a terrible realization that made her stomach churn. "Denver, wait. If your doctor was a fake... what about Laurent's treatment?"She grabbed his arm desperately. "My brother is still dying! Without the real Miracle Doctor, he'll get worse!"And without Keith's blood donations, Laurent won't last another week, she thought with growing panic."I still need Keith!" she declared suddenly, her voice rising with desperate urgency. "He may be worthless, but he's the only compatible blood donor we have!"Denver stared at her incredulously. "After everything that's happened, you still want that fraud back?""I don't ha

Luigi straightened his tie with practiced arrogance, his voice carrying the authority of someone who believed he held real power within the company."Security! We have an unauthorized individual who needs to be escorted from the premises immediately!"Two uniformed guards appeared within moments, their professional demeanor suggesting they took such requests seriously.Luigi gestured dismissively at Keith like he was pointing out a piece of trash."This man is attempting to infiltrate our facility," Luigi declared pompously."Remove him at once before he causes any disruption to our important business meetings."Keith's expression remained utterly calm as he regarded the approaching security team."I'd be careful if I were you gentlemen. You might find yourselves on your knees begging for forgiveness very soon."Natalie burst into vicious laughter that echoed through the marble lobby like the cackle of a hyena. "Listen to him! The delusional blood bag thinks he's some kind of corporat

Yona's exhaustive search had finally led her to a breakthrough when she spoke with a nurse at the hospital who remembered Keith mentioning something about Northhill Estate.Now she stood at the imposing gates of Villa No.1, her heart pounding with a mixture of hope and disbelief.The same security guards who had humiliated Keith earlier approached her with professional courtesy, their demeanor vastly different from their earlier encounter."Ma'am, this is private property," the older guard said politely."May I ask what brings you here today?""I'm looking for Keith Cross," Yona replied, her voice trembling with nervous energy."I believe he might be staying here. I'm his... I'm his sister-in-law, Yona Richardson."The guards exchanged meaningful glances. The younger guard stepped forward. "One moment please, ma'am. Let me contact the residence."Keith Cross living in a place like this? Yona thought, staring at the magnificent estate beyond the gates.This has to be some kind of mista

In the opulent study of Villa No.1, Keith sat behind a massive oak desk while Viola spread detailed files across its polished surface.The late afternoon sun filtered through tall windows, casting golden light across documents that represented the city's most powerful players."The Sacred Heart Herb auction is scheduled for the day after tomorrow," Viola began, her voice carrying the precision of a seasoned business executive."The venue is the Grand Meridian Hotel's exclusive auction house."She pulled out a thick portfolio filled with photographs and dossiers."I've compiled intelligence on the major bidders you'll be competing against."Keith leaned back in his leather chair, studying the information with calculating eyes."Tell me about the serious contenders.""The Ashford family will be there," Viola replied, pointing to a photograph of an elderly man in an expensive suit."They control the largest private medical research facility on the East Coast. Estimated net worth: eight b

The next morning, Keith sat in his villa's study with Linda and Viola, multiple phones and tablets spread across the mahogany desk.The systematic destruction of the West family empire was about to begin."Viola, I want you to contact every major supplier the West family works with," Keith said with cold precision."Inform them that any continued partnership with West Industries will result in the immediate termination of their contracts with us."Viola's fingers flew across her tablet."Understood. Our pharmaceutical empire accounts for thirty percent of their revenue stream. They'll have no choice but to comply.""Linda, use your medical research connections," Keith continued."The West family has contracts with several hospitals. I want those canceled within the hour.""Consider it done," Linda replied, already dialing numbers."The medical community respects our work more than they need Harold West's money."Keith picked up his phone and made his first call."This is Keith Cross.