2025-05-27 12:05:56Keith leaned back in his chair, studying the phone with newfound interest. "What's your name?"
"Ivan Kappel," the voice replied, trembling with desperation. "I'm the heir of the Kappel family. Please, sir, my father doesn't have much time left."
Keith raised an eyebrow, glancing at Linda. The name meant nothing to him—in his prime, families of such insignificance had been beneath his notice, like ants scurrying around the feet of giants.
Linda leaned forward, her voice low but audible. "The Kappel family owns assets worth several billion dollars. They're an S-tier family from the provincial capital—barely wealthy enough to know about your true identity."
Barely at the threshold, Keith thought, amused by the irony. Once upon a time, I wouldn't have bothered with anyone below A tier.
Only families with assets exceeding $5 billion are recognized as S-class families, and there are fewer than ten of them in the entire country.
An A-class family must possess assets of over $500 million.
A B-class family must have assets of over $50 million.
The wealth of an S-class family is a hundred times that of a B-class one. If an S-class family so desired, they could effortlessly drive a B-class family into complete bankruptcy, leaving every member destitute and begging on the streets.
As for the pitiful Richardson family, their total assets don’t even reach $10 million — not even enough to qualify as a C-class family. This is precisely why Melaine has been so determined to marry Emilia off to Denver.
Although B-class families are mere ants in the eyes of the S-class elite, in this small city, a B-class family already ranks among the wealthiest.
"Send me the address," Keith said into the phone. "I'll come tomorrow."
"Thank you! Thank you so much!" Ivan's relief was palpable through the speaker. "We've reserved the entire top floor of St. Augustine Memorial Hospital—VIP suite 1201. The best doctors in the city have already given up hope."
Keith's expression darkened slightly. St. Augustine Memorial Hospital? Isn't that where Laurent Richardson is staying?
"I'll be there," Keith confirmed, ending the call.
Linda watched him carefully. "Are you sure about this? Your powers are only partially restored."
"It's time to test what I've regained," Keith replied, his voice steady with determination.
Meanwhile, across the city, Denver Walsh stepped out of his luxury sedan, adjusting his cufflinks with practiced arrogance. He'd just finished making arrangements—or rather, making promises he couldn't keep.
This charade better work, he thought grimly. Emilia's already planning our wedding.
At St. Augustine Memorial Hospital, Emilia Richardson clicked down the corridor in her designer heels, her face a mask of barely controlled fury. The sight that greeted her at Laurent's room made her blood boil.
Her mother, Melaine, stood facing a group of imposing men in black suits, her voice shrill with indignation.
"How dare you tell me we can't use the top floor!" Melaine screeched, jabbing her finger at the lead man. "Denver Walsh himself arranged for my son to have the best suite in this hospital!"
The man in black, built like a brick wall with shoulders that could block out the sun, smirked condescendingly. "Lady, I don't care if the Queen of England made your reservation. The entire top floor has been bought out."
"What's going on here?" Emilia demanded, striding forward with all the authority her family name could muster.
Melaine whirled around, tears of frustration streaming down her cheeks. "These thugs are blocking us from Laurent's VIP suite! They claim someone else reserved the entire floor!"
Emilia's eyes flashed dangerously as she turned to face the men in black. "Do you have any idea who you're dealing with? I am Emilia Richardson, and my fiancé is Denver Walsh—heir to a B-tier family! You're making a very serious mistake."
The lead man chuckled, a sound like gravel grinding against concrete. "B-tier family? How adorable." His voice dripped with mockery. "Listen, princess, whoever your boyfriend is, he doesn't have the pull to override our boss's orders."
"Your boss?" Emilia sputtered, her face turning an unflattering shade of red. "Who could possibly outrank the Walsh family in this city?"
"Someone who makes your precious B-tier family look like street beggars," another man replied, his tone so dismissive it felt like a physical slap.
Melaine stepped forward, her voice rising to a near shriek. "This is outrageous! Laurent needs the best care possible! The top floor has the finest equipment, the best view—"
"And it's not available," the lead man cut her off coldly. "There are perfectly good VIP rooms on the seventh and eighth floors. Take it or leave it."
"Perfectly good?" Melaine's voice cracked with indignation. "My son is dying! He deserves the absolute best this hospital can offer!"
"Look," Emilia tried again, forcing her voice to remain level, "surely we can work something out. The Walsh family has significant influence in this city. Perhaps your employer would reconsider if—"
"Lady," the man interrupted, his patience clearly wearing thin, "you could bring the mayor himself down here, and it wouldn't change a damn thing. The top floor is off-limits. Period."
"This is ridiculous!" Melaine exploded, her voice echoing through the hospital corridor. "What kind of person needs an entire floor? Are they housing royalty up there?"
The men exchanged knowing glances, their smirks widening.
"Something like that," one of them muttered under his breath.
Emilia felt her carefully constructed world of privilege and entitlement beginning to crack. "You can't just dismiss us like this! When Denver hears about this treatment—"
"Your boyfriend can file a complaint with hospital administration," the lead man said with a shrug that screamed indifference. "Maybe they'll validate his parking for the trouble."
How can they be so dismissive? Emilia's mind raced. What kind of power does someone need to completely override a B-tier family's influence?
Melaine grabbed Emilia's arm desperately. "Do something! Call Denver! Make them understand that Laurent can't be moved to some inferior room!"
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CHAPTER 91
Keith's phone rang exactly thirty minutes after his conversation with Lucas Parker. He answered immediately, his voice tense with anticipation."Mr. Cross, this is Lucas Parker," came the authoritative voice. "My tech specialist has completed the analysis of your banking situation.""What did you find?" Keith asked urgently."Someone is indeed making systematic withdrawals from your accounts," Lucas confirmed. "However, they're operating behind an elaborate network of false digital profiles designed to hide their true identity."Keith frowned, struggling to understand the technical implications. "What does that mean exactly?""It means whoever is stealing from you has created a sophisticated web of fake online identities to cover their tracks," Lucas explained patiently. "They're bouncing their digital signature through multiple proxy servers and false accounts to make themselves untraceable.""But you were able to trace them?" Keith pressed."My associate has capabilities that exceed
CHAPTER 90
Keith's frustration mounted as he stared at the bank manager's helpless expression. Another notification buzzed on his phone - another million dollars gone."This is absolutely unacceptable!" Keith demanded, his voice rising with each word. "You're telling me that one of the most secure financial institutions in the country cannot protect its customers from a single hacker?"The bank manager shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Mr. Cross, I understand your frustration, but this Ghost Hacker is operating at a level we've never encountered before.""I don't care what level they're operating at!" Keith snapped. "Stop them! Block the account! Do something!""Sir, that's the problem," the manager explained nervously. "This person is using your exact credentials - your passwords, your security codes, your biometric data. If we block their access, we'll permanently lock you out of your own accounts."Keith's phone buzzed again. Another million gone."How is that even possible?" Keith asked t
CHAPTER 89
Linda burst into Keith's study, her face pale with anxiety as she clutched her laptop tightly against her chest. Her usually composed demeanor had completely cracked under the pressure of the escalating threats."Keith, you need to see this immediately!" Linda exclaimed, setting her computer down on his desk with trembling hands. "The Richardson family sent another message!"Keith looked up from the presidential card he'd been studying and focused on Linda's screen. The threatening message glowed ominously against the dark background."They're demanding the heirloom back within twenty-four hours," Linda said frantically. "Keith, what are we going to do? You already used it to create the healing potion!"Keith's expression remained calm as he read the digital threat. "Linda, there's no reason to panic. I can handle the Richardson family.""But Keith, the heirloom is gone!" Linda protested desperately. "We dissolved it completely in the restoration formula! There's nothing left to retur
CHAPTER 88
Keith arrived at the White House the following afternoon, passing through multiple security checkpoints before being escorted to a private meeting room. The President entered moments later, his demeanor warm and welcoming as he approached Keith with an extended hand."Mr. Cross, thank you for coming," the President said, shaking Keith's hand firmly. "I trust you had a restful evening after your remarkable demonstration?""Thank you for the invitation, Mr. President," Keith replied respectfully. "It's an honor to meet with you personally."The President gestured for Keith to take a seat in one of the leather chairs positioned around a polished mahogany table. "The honor is entirely mine, Keith. May I call you Keith?""Of course, sir.""What you accomplished last night was nothing short of miraculous," the President continued, settling into his own chair. "Mrs. Williams and my assistant David - you gave them their lives back. I cannot adequately express my gratitude."Keith maintained h
CHAPTER 87 PART 2
They made their way through the dispersing crowd, with numerous audience members approaching to shake Keith's hand and offer congratulations. Each interaction was brief but sincere, with people expressing genuine amazement at what they had witnessed."Thank you for showing us what's possible," an elderly woman said tearfully. "My husband has been paralyzed for years. Maybe there's hope for him now.""Mr. Cross, you've given us all something to believe in," added a middle-aged man whose wheelchair-bound son sat beside him.Keith responded graciously to each person, though Linda could see the emotional toll the evening had taken on him. She gently guided him toward the exit, protecting him from the growing crowd of well-wishers.They finally reached the parking area, where Keith's luxury sedan waited under the bright security lights. But as they approached the vehicle, both Keith and Linda stopped in shock.The car's windows were completely shattered, with glass fragments scattered acro
CHAPTER 87 PART 1
The President stepped forward with measured dignity, extending his hand toward Keith in a gesture that commanded the attention of every person in the auditorium.The handshake was firm and deliberate, lasting several seconds as cameras flashed throughout the venue."Young man, you are truly gifted," the President said, his voice carrying genuine respect and admiration. "What you have accomplished here tonight has never been witnessed before in the entire history of modern medicine."The crowd erupted in another round of thunderous applause, their excitement palpable as they watched the most powerful man in the country personally recognizing Keith's extraordinary achievement."Thank you, Mr. President," Keith replied humbly, maintaining his characteristic composure despite the monumental significance of the moment.The President continued, his voice projecting clearly across the silent auditorium. "I have seen many medical breakthroughs during my time in office, but nothing - absolutel
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