At that exact moment, the security guards that had left earlier returned. Commissioner Doyle was seated almost lifelessly on a medical wheelchair, his bald head dangling helplessly to the side. His entire visible body was heavily covered in angry, inflamed red welts, his skin already beginning to stretch and crack as though perfectly mimicking the horrifying early stages of the two patients that had been miraculously cured just now, though his specific case had not yet worsened to their level of deep, rotting infection.The one pushing the wheelchair was not one of the armed bodyguards, but rather the middle-aged head nurse of the General Hospital, while the Ainsworth guards surrounded them closely and protectively.“Paula, what on earth are you doing?” the elderly head doctor almost barked from the ground where he still remained, even though Jared Stonewell and his terrifying entourage had already left.Grace also had a visibly shocked expression on her face as she looked at her gran

"Huh?" The elders all looked at each other in paralyzing shock before all springing to their feet and crowding in the direction of the iPad. Even Anthony completely forgot about the ongoing, heated argument and hurriedly moved as well to take a look for himself.No one was placing any minor orders for Florentis currently, speak less of buying out everything they had left. If there was no verified deposit of such a significant amount, he would have really thought someone was just messing around with their Lancaster family."Our total Florentis product available is worth well over one hundred billion dollars. Does that not mean they are entirely serious to pay the rest by securing this deposit?" "Did New Med suddenly have a rethink, or is this someone who knows our true value as the biggest distributor in this entire region?""That has to be it. Without our established distribution networks, there would be no pharmaceutical industry in Brookly

"Your Insolent Expert's deadline, or do you still think he is just a random extortionist? I guess the Wexlers haven't come clean yet..." Peter simply said, his tone dripping with condescension.Andrew Lancaster was still confused, his brow furrowing as he demanded, "What are you talking about?"Instead of explaining, Peter Stonewell turned his back and announced, "Right now, you no longer have to worry about Elijah Langston's impending threat to your Lancaster family. Our Stonewell family has decided to use his exact deadline to settle all matters regarding our Great Families. In two days, you will hand over everything that concerns your Lancaster Pharmaceutical; they will be under new management henceforth. Once we officially send Elijah Langston to the land of the dead, where he rightfully belongs, you will have to answer directly to us. There will be no extension of deadlines."He picked up his briefcase from where he had left it and added coldly, "Your pharmaceutical empire belong

“Mr… Sir, are you sure you want to leave right now? You’re not feeling dizzy or lightheaded in any way?”The elderly head doctor of the private clinic asked with deep concern, flashing a small penlight into the calm, unresponsive eyes of Elijah Langston, who was seated on the edge of the hospital bed.Elijah rose to his feet, massaging the square of white bandage taped over the crook of his inner arm, where a large amount of his blood had just been drawn.He responded, his voice steady. “I can stand on my own two feet, Doctor. Thank you for doing your job.”The assisting nurse leaned close to the elderly doctor and whispered, her eyes wide with disbelief. “I have run several tests and checked his vitals more than once already; it does not even look like he just donated that much blood. He is supposed to remain on bed rest and observation for the next twenty-four hours.”“I do not have the next twenty-four hours to sit around,” Elijah stat

Serena’s brows knitted together upon seeing him standing outside the door, and she did not even wait a second to demand, “Julius, what exactly are you doing here?”He was left speechless, his gaze moving between the closed door of the ward and back to her. At this moment, he had to choose his next words carefully, or her sharp eyes would turn suspicious.“The Old Master, he—”Just as Elijah was trying to come up with a believable excuse, a shrill feminine voice rang out through the corridor. “What nonsense are you saying? Tell me right now! Tell me!”The commotion caught Serena’s attention at once, forcing her to turn around, and Elijah stretched his neck from behind her to see what was going on. They both recognized the hostile voice echoing down the hall.Margaret was at the front reception desk, gripping the arm of a terrified nurse and getting into her face in a threatening manner. The sight made Serena move quickly in that direction, her heels clicking against the floor, with Eli