*********************************After that, at Misha & Co. Enterprise, at the tower building, Misha placed an investment proposal on his desk and looked across at his assistant.“Tell me what we've confirmed about this asset.”“We've received the preliminary commercial information, Boss. The projected returns are attractive, and the pharmaceutical sector could make it a valuable investment.”“I'm not asking whether the numbers look attractive. Who owns it?”, he demanded.“The proposal doesn't identify the original rights holder. The investment group says those details will be disclosed during the next stage.”Misha's expression changed. “And you expect me to commit money before knowing who has the authority to offer it?”“No, sir. I thought we could request further documents before making a decision.”“Then request them. I want proof of ownership, the contractual history, and an explanation of why the rights are still being reviewed.”His assistant collected the proposal. “Several o

Scott placed his phone on the desk after ending the call with his assistant. Jason's determination to secure the pharmaceutical asset had confirmed one thing: Crownwell intended to move quickly, even though the ownership of the commercial rights remained uncertain.Scott opened the reports gathered so far, hoping to find something that could identify the people directing the transaction.The documents showed that the investment opportunity had passed through several intermediaries before reaching interested companies. Each person claimed to have received the information from someone else, leaving Scott with a chain of transactions but no clear starting point. He leaned back in his chair, his expression hardening as he realized how carefully the original source had been concealed."Everyone wants a share of the asset, but nobody wants to explain who authorized the sale," he muttered.”Suddenly, his phone rang, he glanced at the caller, Richard's name appeared on the screen, he answere

His breathing grew heavier as he paced angrily across the room. The thought of deliberately poisoning a medical solution meant to save innocent lives filled him with disgust.He couldn't believe the caller had the courage to make such a demand, especially after everything his enemies had already done to him."And after everything you've done, you still have the nerve to order me to release Smith and Zaha?" Scott continued furiously. "You even think you can decide whether I should stay close to Vivian! Who the hell do you think you are?"He stopped walking and pressed the phone harder against his ear. His fingers tightened around the device as he struggled to control his growing anger. His voice dropped slightly, but the fury behind every word became even more frightening."You're a fool for thinking you can give me conditions," Scott declared. "I'm not the Scott Bruce you knew before, and I'm certainly not someone you can threaten into obedience. If you think those threats will fright

The guard lying on the ground tried to raise his hand, but his fingers barely moved. Instead, he nodded at Scott and closed his eyes, thanking Scott.Scott crouched beside him and checked his breathing again. It was steady now, although he remained weak.“Don't force yourself to speak,” Scott said. “You've survived something that should have killed you within minutes, so give your body time to recover.”The other guard wiped sweat from his forehead and stared at his colleague. “Master, I watched him stop breathing. How did you bring him back without even giving him an injection?”Scott glanced at him before standing. “There are things about medicine you haven't seen yet. What matters is that he's alive, and we need to make sure he stays that way.”“But that liquid,” the guard whispered, “That bastard said even being near him could kill us. Was he telling the truth?”“He wanted you frightened,” Scott replied. “I won't pretend his weapon was harmless, but the substance has been cleared