The Divine Healer: From Prison Trash to Global Sovereign

Chapter 6

The massive glass doors of the Grand Imperial Ballroom swung open, and Dustin Grey walked inside with Seraphina resting her hand lightly against his arm. The heavy murmurs of the city’s high-society elite died down instantly, a sudden, suffocating silence sweeping across the polished floorboards.

Seraphina looked absolutely breathtaking, her slender frame draped in a midnight-blue custom silk gown that flowed like water around her ankles. The dress bore a subtle, diamond-encrusted crest of the original Vanguard Group, catching the light of the crystal chandeliers.

Chloe Sterling spotted them from across the crowded room, her elegant facial features twisting into an expression of absolute, unyielding disdain as she marched over. "Look what the useless dog dragged into our paradise," Chloe mocked loudly, her venomous voice drawing the attention of nearby multi-millionaires.

"A homeless beggar who used to live in the gutters, leaching off a broke, violent ex-convict," Chloe sneered, adjusting her expensive diamond necklace. "Damian, honey, why on earth hasn't your private security team thrown this filthy trash back into the streets?"

Damian Cross chuckled smoothly, swirling a glass of vintage champagne as he adjusted his platinum cufflinks and looked down at Dustin. "Don't ruin your beautiful dress getting dirty with a common criminal, darling," Damian stated dismissively, his posture overflowing with arrogant pride.

"A broke felon who spent six years rotting in a maximum-security isolation cell doesn't even exist in our world," Damian added with a smug smile. He turned his back completely, looking toward the grand stage where the host was tapping the microphone to introduce the main event.

"Watch very closely, you pathetic beggar," Chloe whispered venomously into Seraphina's ear, her fingers clenching her designer bag until her nails turned white. "That man on the stage is a real billionaire. That is the supreme future you could only dream of stealing from me."

The master of ceremonies stepped up to the gold-plated podium, his voice echoing loudly through the ballroom speakers with intense excitement. "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we make history as the city’s highest banking tycoon, Chairman Thomas, steps forward to sign our multi-billion-dollar alliance."

"This capital fund contract with the prestigious Cross Group will permanently secure our financial market!" the announcer bellowed, and the elite crowd erupted into loud applause. Chloe beamed with immense pride, her chest expanding as she threw a triumphant glare at Dustin.

However, as Chairman Thomas slowly walked toward the center of the grand stage, his aristocratic face suddenly turned a deathly, terrifying shade of pale. His hand subtly clutched the left side of his tailored suit jacket, his breathing turning into shallow, agonizing gasps as he tried to hide the pain.

No one in the cheering audience noticed the old billionaire's failing, uneven steps—except Dustin Grey, whose transcendent medical pupils instantly diagnosed the truth. The dark, deep-seated toxins and a chronic, fatal heart defect were on the absolute brink of rupturing his main artery.

Thomas stumbled off the side steps of the stage, veering toward the private VIP section to desperately catch his breath before his heart stopped completely. Dustin calmly walked past the security boundary, his boots clicking softly as he brushed his hand against the old man's trembling shoulder.

Using less than one percent of his master's ancient, transcendent medical knowledge, Dustin injected a precise thread of his hidden energy through a hidden pressure point. The raw, warming current shot directly into Thomas's chest, instantly clearing the arterial blockage and purging the fatal restriction.

Thomas gasped loudly, his lungs expanding as a sudden, unnatural wave of perfect, vibrant health surged through his veins, the suffocating agony vanishing completely. He spun around rapidly, his wide eyes locking onto Dustin's profound, freezing, and completely unyielding gaze.

The old tycoon froze in primitive, overwhelming reverence, instantly recognizing the legendary, secret acupressure technique that belonged exclusively to the mythical Divine Healer. Ignoring his immense wealth and status, the highest banking tycoon violently dropped to his knees, groveling frantically at Dustin's feet.

"My Lord! I am the luckiest man alive to finally meet you in this life!" Thomas cried out, tears of genuine relief filling his wrinkled eyes. "The heavens have truly blessed me tonight! Please, allow me to serve you!"

Just as Thomas almost joyfully blurted out Dustin's supreme underworld identity to the gathering crowd, Commander Jones sharply raised a single finger from the shadows. The tycoon saw the warning gesture and instantly slammed his mouth shut, trembling as he pressed his forehead against Dustin's boots.

Chloe Sterling stepped forward in absolute, unbridled shock, her face twisting into an expression of deep disgust and confusion. "Chairman Thomas, what on earth are you doing?" she ranted frantically, her voice cracking. "This broke ex-con is a fraud! He must have used some cheap street scam to trick you!"

Thomas glared up at Chloe like she was a rabid, disgusting insect, his voice booming with absolute authority as he stood up. "Hold your disrespectful tongue, girl! This man is my absolute savior, having just cured a terminal illness no other doctor on earth could ever touch!"

"Lord Grey, name your price! I will do absolutely anything to repay this debt!" Thomas declared, bowing low toward Dustin with primitive respect.

Dustin looked down at the billionaire, his expression remaining an ice-cold void that lacked a single ounce of human softness or mercy. "This entire banquet was built on a calculated lie," Dustin whispered, pointing his weathered staff toward Damian. "Damian Cross is an absolute fraud, and he will meet his fate tonight."

"This multi-billion-dollar alliance rightfully belongs to the wrongfully ruined Vanguard Capitals, which is now headed by Seraphina," Dustin added, his voice absolute ice.

"Consider it done, My Lord! I will personally prepare a brand new, formal contract with the Vanguard Group immediately!" Thomas shouted with unyielding loyalty. He completely ignored Chloe's frantic screams, pulling out his encrypted phone to make a single, thunderous call.

"Cancel it!" Thomas barked into the receiver, his deep voice carrying an absolute weight. "Terminate and completely erase all of our multi-billion-dollar scheduled contracts with the Cross Group on the spot! Freeze their assets and liquidate their lines immediately!"

Damian’s jaw dropped in absolute horror as the massive presentation screen behind the stage suddenly flashed red, showing his family's credit lines completely bankrupted. A series of red liquidation alerts popped up, erasing his multi-billion-dollar empire in a single, agonizing second.

Chloe shrieked in absolute panic, her body shaking as she watched their financial foundation disintegrate before her eyes. Damian violently gripped his hands into fists, stepping forward to confront Dustin with a face twisted in a manic, murderous glare.

"You broke piece of trash! Do you have a single shred of actual proof against me?" Damian roared, his smooth persona cracking completely. "Chairman Thomas, this criminal is just envious of my wealth! He is badmouthing my family because he's a useless loser!"

"You will surely regret this rash decision, Chairman!" Damian hissed, his eyes wide with terror as he turned to Thomas. "You are losing your entire fortune to a pathetic Vanguard scam! They are homeless beggars who own absolutely nothing!"

Thomas didn't even look at him, gesturing for his private bankers to carry out the liquidation orders immediately. Damian realized with a sudden panic that he had to comfort and assure Chloe before she abandoned him completely.

He had not yet achieved legal control over the major Sterling family corporate documents, and if she backed out now, his plan B would be ruined. He rushed over to Chloe, grabbing her trembling hands and forcing a fake, confident smile onto his pale face.

"Listen to me, Chloe, calm down," Damian assured her rapidly, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps. "The chairman's contract is not that important to us anyway. We don't need his banking fund to conquer this city."

"My grandfather has already promised me that his connections with the true Divine Healer will secure us the ultimate medical prize," Damian lied smoothly, his eyes flashing. "The exclusive Medical Distribution License is already ours, Chloe. That license will make us untouchable."

Chloe’s breathing slowly began to calm down, her desperate arrogance clinging to his words as her lifelong dream of high-society dominance remained assured. "You're right, Damian," she choked out, glaring at Seraphina. "We still have the master license. These beggars will still return to the gutters."

But before she could even finish her sentence, the massive golden screen behind the main stage was suddenly, majestically lifted toward the high ceiling. The movement revealed a grand table where the regional medical board governors and international representatives sat in full uniform.

The entire ballroom went completely, terrifyingly dead silent as the elite crowd stared at the stage in absolute, stunned confusion. No one had told the guests they were coming.

Chloe’s heart gave a violent, panicked thud as she stared at the stern faces of the global rulers. When had they been here, and why on earth were they here right now?