The Supreme Emperor Reborn as the Broken Servant

Ch 6

The absolute silence in the grand auditorium felt incredibly heavy, stretching out like a tight wire as every eye locked onto the back row. Lucas stood completely straight in the center aisle, his worn jacket stained with rain, yet his presence commanded the room like a king.

Sarah Cole gripped the edge of her mahogany table, her pale fingers trembling slightly as the echo of his voice vibrated directly inside her mind. The suffocating pain in her chest flared up violently, but for the first time in her life, a strange warmth flickered behind her frozen heart.

"What did you just say, you pathetic street rat?" Young Master Richard roared, breaking the silence as his face twisted into a mask of pure fury. "You dare stand in front of CEO Cole and lie through your teeth just to pull off a disgusting, cheap financial scam?"

Sterling Blair let out a sharp, piercing laugh, waving her hand toward the front row to gather the support of her wealthy allies. "He is completely out of his mind, Lin!" Blair yelled loudly, her eyes flashing with calculated malice as she glared at her former driver.

"He knows his little sister is getting evicted from the intensive care unit at dawn because I froze his bank accounts!" Blair sneered bitterly. "He rolled a lump of street dirt into a ball, hoping to trick a billionaire into giving him a quick cash handout!"

A wave of loud, mocking whispers instantly erupted through the front rows as multiple high-society investors nodded in aggressive agreement. "Throw him out onto the streets!" a wealthy pharmaceutical director shouted angrily, slamming his hand down on the smooth wooden table.

"He is an absolute insult to this auction house!" another woman cried out, adjusting her diamond necklace while looking at Lucas with profound disgust. "An uneducated servant pretending to be a medical expert right in front of the city's most respected medical minds!"

Standing directly beside Sarah Cole, a middle-aged man in a pristine white designer suit stepped forward, his expression dripping with supreme, elite arrogance. This was Doctor Han, a world-renowned medical tycoon and the personal healthcare advisor to the multi-billion-dollar Horizon Group.

Doctor Han walked slowly toward the velvet stage tray, lifting his gold-rimmed glasses as he peered down at the plain, clay-colored pill. He let out a loud, theatrical snort of pure derision before turning around to face the entire assembly of wealthy bidders.

"This is nothing but a toxic sham!" Doctor Han announced loudly, his voice filled with professional pride and absolute, unquestionable authority. "As a master of modern molecular medicine, I can tell you this object contains nothing but unsterilized field herbs and common mud."

"If CEO Cole were to swallow even a microscopic fraction of this garbage, her fragile immune system would collapse entirely within minutes," Han stated coldly. "Lucas, your pathetic desperation has blinded you to the fact that medical science cannot be faked by a broke driver."

Young Master Richard smirked triumphantly, crossing his arms over his chest as he gave Doctor Han an appreciative, sycophantic nod. "You heard the master doctor, trash!" Richard shouted viciously, pointing a finger directly at the security team stationed near the doors.

"Get the handcuffs out and drag this fraud down to the high-security cells immediately!" Richard ordered, his voice echoing with absolute financial dominance. "Let his dying sister sleep on the cold concrete street tomorrow morning where both of them truly belong!"

Lucas did not move a single inch, his posture entirely unyielding as his dark eyes locked straight onto Doctor Han's arrogant face. A low, chilling smile played on his thin lips, carrying a wave of calm, logical supremacy that seemed to lower the room's temperature.

"A master of modern molecular medicine?" Lucas countered softly, his deep voice effortlessly cutting through the noise of the guards moving forward. "Doctor Han, your titles are completely empty, and your diagnostic abilities are an absolute joke to anyone who understands true healing."

Doctor Han’s face flushed a deep, angry crimson, his fists clenching tightly at his sides as the crowd gasped at the bold insult. "How dare you speak to me like that, you ignorant peasant!" Han barked furiously, his chest heaving under his designer suit.

"For the past three years, you have prescribed CEO Cole a daily dose of the rare, highly expensive corporate compound X-7," Lucas stated calmly. He took a single step down the aisle, his voice steady, shooting straight to the point without an ounce of hesitation.

"You told her it was a revolutionary life-saving cellular cure designed to stabilize her erratic bone marrow production," Lucas continued coldly. "But the absolute truth is that your modern medicine is a slow, methodical poison disguised as a luxury remedy."

The entire auditorium fell into a sudden, dead silence as Sarah Cole sharply raised her head, her brilliant eyes narrowing into icy slits. Doctor Han froze entirely mid-breath, a sudden, microscopic twitch appearing beneath his left eye as his arrogance began to fracture.

"You are completely insane!" Han stammered out, his voice rising an octave as a cold bead of sweat suddenly rolled down his temple. "That formula is FDA-approved! It is the most advanced cellular stabilizer available on the global pharmaceutical market today!"

"It is a stabilizer that masks her symptoms for exactly six hours while violently destroying her internal organs from within," Lucas declared logically. He pointed a finger directly at Doctor Han, his words carrying an unassailable weight of absolute diagnostic facts.

"Every single morning, thirty minutes after she consumes your capsule, her left kidney suffers a sharp, localized vascular spasm," Lucas explained smoothly. "Her blood pressure spikes, her vision blurs, and she is forced to cough up dark, coagulated blood into her handkerchief."

Sarah Cole’s breath caught completely in her throat, her heart hammering violently against her ribs as her mind spun out of absolute control. How does he know that? she thought frantically, her hands shaking so hard she nearly dropped her silk cloth.

She had never told a single living soul about the exact timing of her morning kidney spasms or the specific dark color of her blood. She had hidden her failing health from her board of directors, her corporate rivals, and even her closest personal staff members because she didn’t want them to worry.

"Furthermore," Lucas’s voice rang out like a heavy hammer, completely unbothered by the shocked whispers breaking out across the room. "Your brilliant formula uses a heavy metallic binding agent that her weak physical frame cannot naturally filter out of her system."

"Within the next forty-eight hours, that built-up metallic sediment will breach her main arterial wall, causing her heart to stop permanently," Lucas stated. "Doctor Han, you are not curing her; you are systematically executing the most powerful woman in the city out of sheer medical ignorance."

Doctor Han stumbled backward, his leather shoes slipping slightly on the polished marble as a wave of intense panic washed over his face. Sweat was now pouring profusely down his neck, soaking his pristine white collar as he frantically looked around the room for support.

"He’s... he’s making it all up!" Han shrieked desperately, his professional composure completely shattered into pieces right in front of his elite clients. "He must have hacked my private medical servers! He stole my diagnostic notes to perform this theatrical trick!"

"I don't need a server to read the markings of death on a fragile body, Doctor Han," Lucas said, his tone dripping with supreme mockery. He looked past the trembling doctor, his golden gaze focusing entirely on the pale, beautiful woman sitting at the center table.

"The choice is entirely yours, CEO Cole," Lucas said softly, his voice carrying an ancient, deep warmth that belonged to a completely different era. "You can continue to swallow his expensive poison, or you can take the clay pill and live to see tomorrow."

Sterling Blair lunged forward from her seat, her face twisted with a mixture of intense frustration and desperate social panic. "CEO Cole, don't listen to this garbage!" Blair screamed loudly, pointing her finger aggressively at Lucas's face.

"He is a bankrupt driver who belongs to the Sterling family! He is using underhanded, malicious lies to manipulate your fear for quick money!" Blair yelled. "Let the guards break his legs again and dump him out in the rainy gutter where he belongs!"

Young Master Richard stepped into the aisle, waving his arm frantically at the corporate soldiers. "Open fire on him if he takes another step!" Richard ordered. "He is threatening the life of the supreme corporate leader! Eliminate this trash right now!"

"All of you, shut your mouths," Sarah Cole commanded, her voice dropping into a register of absolute, terrifying corporate ice that instantly froze the room. The armed corporate soldiers froze mid-motion, their weapons lowering instantly under the absolute authority of her spoken word.

A sharp, agonizing pain suddenly ripped through her chest, causing her to double over as a fresh trail of dark blood spilled from her lips. She felt her life force slipping away rapidly, her vision fading into darkness as her heart struggled to pump against the metallic weight.

I am truly dying, she realized, looking at Doctor Han’s pale, guilty face and then back to Lucas’s calm, unyielding eyes. Desperate and feeling her entire life slipping away into the void, she made a choice that defied all modern human logic.

She pushed Doctor Han away with her remaining strength, reaching out her trembling hand toward the stage assistant holding the velvet tray. Before anyone could utter a single word of protest, Sarah Cole snatched the plain, clay-colored pill and swallowed it completely.

"CEO Cole! No!" Young Master Richard shouted in pure horror, taking a frantic step forward as if he could stop the medicine. Sterling Blair clutched her head, her eyes wide with a mixture of deep shock and terrifying corporate panic as she watched the scene.

For a single, agonizing second, Sarah Cole stood perfectly still in the center of the VIP section, her eyes closed as the room held its breath. Then, a sudden, blinding flash of invisible energy rippled out from her chest, causing the massive crystal chandeliers above to ring softly.

Instantly, a healthy, radiant pink flush returned to her pale cheeks, her shallow breathing instantly smoothing out into a deep, effortless rhythm. The chronic, burning agony that had tortured her physical frame for three long years vanished completely into thin air within seconds.

Her vision cleared, her strength returned tenfold, and her entire body felt lighter, completely stunned by the microscopic touch of pure divine qi. She slowly opened her eyes, her brilliant gaze flashing with a profound, terrifying intensity as she stared down at her own hands.

The entire auction room erupted into a wave of sheer, unadulterated shock, billionaires jumping out of their seats in absolute medical bewilderment. "It... it worked?" a pharmaceutical tycoon gasped, his jaw dropping to the floor as he checked her vital monitor on his tablet.

"The chronic cellular decay numbers are dropping to absolute zero!" a medical chief screamed, rubbing his eyes in pure disbelief at the screen. Sterling Blair stumbled backward into her seat, her face turning a horrific shade of pale white as her mind completely broke down.

Young Master Richard felt his knees turn to water, his previous financial arrogance completely evaporating into a cold, suffocating wave of social terror. The elites who had spent the entire night mocking the "worthless driver" were left completely speechless, their faces burning from the public disgrace.

Sarah Cole stood up slowly, her majestic silver suit catching the light as she walked past her ruined personal doctor without a single glance. She stopped directly in front of Lucas, her icy, brilliant gaze searching his calm face with a deep, unexplainable hunger that shook her soul.

She pulled an elegant black leather checkbook from her jacket, her fingers steady as she tore out a blank sheet and pressed it into his hand. "Write whatever number you require to secure your sister’s safety, Lucas," Sarah Cole whispered, her voice trembling slightly with intense emotion.

"From this exact moment onward, you are the elite personal medical consultant for the Horizon Group, under my direct, absolute protection," she announced. "Anyone who dares to raise a hand against you or your family in this city will answer directly to my corporate army."

Lucas accepted the blank check, a faint, confident smile playing on his lips as he glanced back at the trembling forms of Richard and Blair. Their faces were twisted in absolute, public humiliation, their entire financial stranglehold over his sister's life completely shattered by a single mud pill.