Throughout the journey, Kevin healed two patients as promised. Both suffered from conditions similar to Old Madam Han—their bodies were being consumed by evil energy that modern medical devices couldn't detect.The first patient was a middle-aged man named Mr. Bahar. He was a successful businessman who suddenly fell ill five years ago for no apparent reason. Doctors couldn't find what was wrong with his body, but his condition continued to worsen day by day.Kevin healed him in forty minutes. After the evil energy was expelled from his body, Mr. Bahar immediately felt much better—his skin color improved, his breathing became smoother, and for the first time in five years, he could stand and walk without assistance.Mr. Bahar's wife, who had faithfully cared for her husband throughout his illness, cried tears of joy seeing his recovery. As a token of gratitude, she immediately transferred two hundred million rupiah to the provided account—which was Findra's account, since Kevin didn't

The head of production looked bewildered. “Patent rights? I don’t know, Mr Raymond. I thought that was the legal department’s responsibility—”“Don’t lie to me!” Raymond slammed his fist on the table, causing the head of production to jump in surprise. “You’re the one overseeing the entire production process for that medicine. You must know something.”"Honestly, Mr Raymond, I know nothing about patents. My job is simply to ensure the production process runs smoothly according to the formula provided by Miss Windy—"“Windy again.” Raymond hissed with hatred. That name always cropped up, always standing in the way of his ambitions. “Very well. In that case, you’ll come with me to the boardroom. If there are any questions about the patent, you’ll be the one to answer them. Say that Wijaya Pharmaceuticals is the patent holder, because the drug was manufactured at the company’s facilities.”The head of production swallowed hard. He knew that what Raymond was asking for wasn’t entirely leg

Tears streamed down his scarred face. For a cultivator, losing one's cultivation was worse than death. All the power he had built over the years, all the abilities that made him different from ordinary people—all of it vanished in an instant.And he had no idea who had done it.Goro looked around wildly, searching for his attacker. But there was no one suspicious. The corridor was filled only with ordinary office staff staring at him with shocked and frightened expressions.He didn't know—couldn't possibly know—that the attack had come from outside the building. From a man standing casually under a tree across the street, who with a single finger movement had shattered his meridians and broken his hand bones as punishment for daring to touch Windy.Kevin lowered his hand with a cold expression. 'This is a warning,' he murmured. 'Anyone who dares to touch Windy will face far worse consequences.'Inside the building, Raymond, hearing the commotion, immediately came out of the meeting ro

Santi showed her tablet to Windy. On the screen was an official document with a logo Windy had never seen before—a logo featuring an elegant 'W' surrounded by leaf and molecule motifs."This is the complete organizational structure for a company called Windy Farmasi," Santi explained, out of breath. "And according to this document... you, Ms. Windy, are the CEO and one hundred percent shareholder of that company!"Windy took the tablet and read the document carefully. Everything was there—the company's articles of incorporation, operating permits, management structure, list of facilities and assets, financial projections, even plans for entering the stock market.Windy Farmasi was not just an empty company on paper. It was a fully operational business entity, with more than sufficient capital and complete infrastructure.'Kevin... how could you have done all this without my knowledge?' Windy wondered to herself. But she knew that question could wait. Right now, there were more importa

Two weeks had passed since the great upheaval at Wijaya Farmasi. Two weeks that felt like an endless nightmare for the Wijaya family—at least for some of them.Wijaya Farmasi's stock price, once stable at a high level, had now plummeted to near worthlessness. The remaining investors scrambled to sell their shares before the price fell further, creating an unstoppable downward spiral.The company's operations were severely disrupted. With dozens of the best employees having left for Windy Farmasi, key divisions lacked competent manpower. Ongoing projects were abandoned. Longtime clients began seeking other alternatives.The company's assets were forced to be sold to cover losses. Buildings that were once symbols of Wijaya Farmasi's glory were now changing hands one by one. There were even rumors that the headquarters might have to be sold if the situation didn't improve.Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Windy Farmasi shone like a newly risen star.Business observers and pharma