Grant said, "Although Justin and Wyatt started off on good terms, their relationship has since run its course. He has hurt Ms. Thompson repeatedly. No matter how much Wyatt likes Justin, he cherishes his daughter above all else. Bella is Wyatt's pride and joy, so it's only natural for him to distance himself from my brother. He won't interfere with our plans any longer."

"You always have a way with things, my clever nephew!" Lucas's ever shifting expression broke into a grin." Justin is just a bastard born from Gregory's one-night-stand. How could he possibly deserve someone so noble and prestigious as the eldest daughter of the Thompson family? Only my brilliant nephew is worthy of such a match."

Grant maintained a neutral expression, though clenching his jaw subtly.

"Uncle, you're overthinking it. I simply want to take away Justin's power and let him experience what it feels like to lose everything."

Lucas waved his hand, his gaze turning sinister. "I don't care about your romantic affairs. What I want is for you to quickly get the shares of the Salvador Corporation, take control of everything, and avenge my dear sister your mother!"

Grant's pale face darkened, his expression grim. "Yes, the Crystal Ice drug has already started circulating in Savrow and the response has been quite positive. It's merely a matter of time before it spreads nationwide."

"The clinical trials for the new drug must be accelerated! You know I'm not a patient man. I've invested everything in helping you reach where you are today. Don't you dare disappoint me or tarnish the Fowler family's name!"

pause, Grant's lips curled into an unprecedentedly docile smile. "Uncle, with the support of the Salvador Group and the development of the new drug, will you be

the King's Club-a symbol of ultimate power. To join it was to ascend to the

of Spades. His eagerness to push Grant to take control of the Salvador Corporation

gleamed with ambition, his expression tinged with arrogance. "Of course! Supreme power is

Once I have full control of

of silence,

watched coldly as the man laughed so hard he nearly toppled over, his gaze turning icy, like

and wealth you enjoy today where do you think they came from?" Lucas clutched his chest, his eyes bloodshot. "It was me

you wouldn't have survived that year in Meridan. You were as good as dead! I pulled strings, found the best doctors, and had your organs replaced. I paid a fortune to keep you alive! Without me, you'd be rotting in the ground, just a pile of maggots

outside, waves of

guinea pig for testing banned drugs, observing their

room, strapped to a sterile white bed,

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