The First Heir

They needed at least two billion in investments this time!

Henry could afford that much himself, but he could not possibly contribute so much at once. He would require approval and red tape from all parties.

That was why the medical developments in the country could not keep up with those from overseas.

Now that Mr. Clarke had agreed to invest that amount, though, that would speed up domestic research by at least five years!

Five whole years!

That would take so much blood, sweat, and tears from so many diligent medical personnel.

Henry Turner knew very well how much every medical researcher toiled away behind the scenes, doing what looked like mundane and meaningless experiments.

That was why he was so grateful.

It was not just him, either. His students in the room were extremely excited too.

They knew that their teacher had brought them here and treated this man to a meal for a reason.

They needed to find someone who was willing to donate two billion.

That was not a small sum by any means.

Who would ever want to invest in a medical project that could go five or even ten years without a tangible result?

Everyone was getting emotional, and they all cheered to Philip’s health.

It took a while before Henry finally calmed down. He ventured carefully, “Mr. Clarke, we need an astronomical amount of funding this time. Are you sure you’re willing to invest in us?”

not trust Philip.

not want to see a ray of hope, only to have it dashed once

you

able to give you a return on your investment within five to

His heart was pounding.

only his initial celebration that he remembered just how enormous a sum two billion

way Philip’s expression changed slightly when he heard that amount made Henry’s heart skip

four billion, but on one condition. Turner’s Hospital’s Riverdale branch must only have a contract with Beacon Pharmaceutical, and you must

said, completely

everyone in the room

his tea without a word

billion really was not that

statue of Confucious on Mount Fuji,

so he could give

others to bully his

he still made sure to pay the oppressors back for their

so shocked that his hands were shaking. Hot tears filled his eyes and he said excitedly, “You’re amazing, Mr. Clarke! I accept your condition, no problem! On behalf of medical workers everywhere, I

but right here and now, his blood was

boon for the

likes he

doctors in the room had all jumped to their feet and respectfully raised their glasses at

their knowledge with us. I’ve gotten quite sick of that. All I

The applause was rapturous.

fill of food and wine, they decided to

visited the washroom, but an unfortunate coincidence awaited him when he passed by

called out to