CHAPTER 94 PART 3
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Sophia reached into her pocket and pulled out her wallet. She opened it and stared at the contents. Two maxed out credit cards. A loyalty card for a nail salon. And tucked behind everything else, a thin blue bank card with a factory logo printed on the corner.

Ethan's old salary card from when he worked at the Morgan Pharmaceuticals warehouse. The card she had given him when they were married. The card that paid him twelve hundred dollars a month for three years of backbreaking labor. She had f
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    Tamara took a step back and bumped into Preston. The two of them stood shoulder to shoulder, surrounded by angry faces, with nowhere to go. Preston's breathing came fast and shallow. For the first time in his life, the great heir of the Wells family looked small.Thompson Sr. watched all of it from beside the payment table. He was no longer gray or purple. His color had returned, and so had his sense.He glanced at Mr. Fuller, who gave him a short, tired nod. Then he cleared his throat and walked to the center of the hall with his shoulders back."Mr. Cole," Thompson Sr. said. His voice was steady now, and for once it carried no arrogance. "I have thought about your terms. Thirty percent of net profit, boxes from the Harlow factory, and no herbs to the Wells family or the Watanabe Group. I accept all of it."A murmur ran through the hall. Mr. Fuller stepped up beside him."My family accepts as well," Mr. Fuller said. He glanced at the farmers in the crowd and lowered his eyes. "We wil

  • CHAPTER 121 PART 1

    The applause rolled through the hall like thunder and refused to die. Herb farmers who had driven in from Wisconsin and Missouri to watch the conference from the back rows were on their feet, shouting and waving their caps.A gray haired woman from Appalachia wiped her eyes with her sleeve and clapped until her palms turned red. Reporters pushed forward to catch every word, and the chant of Ethan's name rose again from the middle of the crowd.Director Shane lifted both hands like a preacher calming a church. His silver hair gleamed under the lights, and the whole room obeyed him within seconds."Hear me, every farmer in this hall," Director Shane boomed. His chest swelled and his voice shook the glass walls. "For twenty years I have watched buyers from overseas drive up your mountain roads, smile at your families, and leave with your roots in their trucks. No more. As of tonight, an American herb stays in America, and the man who made that promise is standing right here."The crowd r

  • CHAPTER 120 PART 2

    He walked to the edge of the booth and picked up a folder that had been sitting beneath the table. He opened it and held up a photograph. It showed a mountain hillside in Appalachia, stripped bare of vegetation. Deep gouges ran through the red clay where roots had been torn from the earth."This is a wild ginseng site in West Virginia," Ethan said. "Three years ago, it produced six hundred pounds of premium root per season. Today it produces nothing. The plants are gone. Every single one was pulled up by the root, including the juveniles that needed another five years to mature."He set the photo down and held up another. This one showed a warehouse filled with wooden crates stamped with Japanese shipping labels."Your foreign buyers are not just purchasing what your farmers harvest," Ethan continued. His voice hardened. "They are sending crews into your mountains at night to pull up every wild ginseng plant

  • CHAPTER 120 PART 1

    The silence in the hall lasted exactly four seconds before Preston Wells broke it with a laugh that sounded like it came from a man who had found one last bullet in an empty gun."Cut us off from the herb supply?" Preston turned to the nine bosses with his arms spread wide. His smile was bright and sharp. "Gentlemen, think about what this man is asking you to do. He wants you to destroy relationships your families have built with international buyers for decades. And for what? So he can sit at the top and collect thirty percent of your sweat.""The Wells family pays your farmers double what the domestic market offers," Tamara added. She limped forward, and even with the swelling still visible on her jaw, her voice carried the cold authority of a woman who controlled billions. "The Watanabe Group pays the same. We buy wild American ginseng at two hundred dollars a pound when your local buyers will not go above ninety. You cut us out, and your farmers lose half their income overnight."

  • CHAPTER 119 PART 2

    Victoria watched the frenzy with her arms crossed and a satisfied smile on her lips. Mrs. Hayes stood beside her, shaking her head in quiet amazement. Inside Victoria's chest, her heart was hammering, but her face showed nothing except calm, controlled triumph. This was the historic sales win that nobody in Chicago would ever forget.Ronald stood at the edge of the chaos with Preston at his shoulder. His face was tight and white."This changes nothing about the bet," Ronald announced loudly. He raised his voice so the retreating bosses could hear. "He sold boxes, not drugs. The bet was about pharmaceutical orders. This is furniture sales. It does not count."Ethan turned to face Ronald slowly, and for the first time in the evening, his eyes went completely cold. The warmth he had shown Doctor James, the patience he had shown Thompson Sr., all of it vanished. What remained was the flat, empty stare of a man who had decided exactly how to end something."You want to play with words, Ron

  • CHAPTER 119 PART 1

    Thompson Sr. grabbed the empty box from the carpet and shoved it toward Ethan's face. His arm shook so violently that the lid rattled against the base, and the veins in his neck looked ready to burst through the skin."You explain this right now," Thompson Sr. roared. His spit landed on the edge of the box. "I paid four hundred and thirty million dollars. Where are the drugs? Where is the formula? There is nothing in here but wood and air!"Mr. Fuller snatched up his own box and turned it upside down. Nothing fell out. He shook it again. Still nothing. His face went from confusion to fury in the span of a single breath."My family transferred two hundred and thirty million for this," Mr. Fuller's voice cracked like old glass. He shoved the box open in front of the nearest camera. "Look at this. Empty. Not a single pill. Not a grain of powder. This man robbed us in broad daylight."On the floor near the wall, Sophia pressed her hand over her mouth, but the laughter kept leaking through

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