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She retrieved a prepared drug analysis report from her pocket and unfolded it before him.
“Here is the drug analysis report. This so-called new drug has no clear therapeutic effect on Alzheimer’s. At best, it’s just a mental suppressant, and it’s highly addictive.
“Do you think Lovelace Group couldn’t develop it? If it were possible, this drug would have been on the market long ago. From the start, Jameson was just using you to clear obstacles. Even if this drug is successfully developed one day, can Mrs. Novak wait for that day?”
“Ms. Alyssa, are you cursing my wife?” Nicholas’ voice was hoarse and tinged with a hint of killing intent.
“I just want you to see Jameson for who he really is and to see the truth!”
Alyssa’s voice grew hoarse. She stared at him unwaveringly. “You did all that before because Jameson tricked you, but if you still stick with that devil even after I’ve told you all this, then you’re just fooling yourself!”
She knew that the lofty words spoken in the name of the people were no longer effective.
Only by appealing to his interests could Nicholas possibly be moved.
Alyssa stepped closer to Nicholas and slipped the report into his pocket before walking away without looking back.
In the chilly wind, Nicholas trembled as he retrieved the paper. After reading it, he tore it up slowly and let the shreds scatter in the wind.
Suddenly, his phone vibrated. Nicholas pressed it to his ear. “Yes, Carl.”
“Chief Novak, Mr. Schmidt asks you to act tonight.”
Nicholas took a deep breath. His gaze was dark. “Okay.”
At 7:00 pm, Marc, accompanied by Colene and Matilda, arrived at KS World Hotel and held the press conference as scheduled despite his deteriorating health.
He disclosed all the recent events of the Ivory members being manipulated by drugs and urged everyone to stay away from such dangerous substances, warning of the risks to life.
“I’ll fully cooperate with the police investigation. And I support the police in thoroughly searching all Ivory members for any hidden drugs and punishing them severely! As the chairman of Ivory Group, I bear full responsibility and am ready to face all legal consequences!”
With that, Marc, supported by Matilda, stood up tremblingly and bowed deeply in front of the cameras.
The flashlights lit up the room like daylight. Both those present and viewers online were deeply moved by his actions.
After the press conference, public opinion surged to its peak.
The entire internet was denouncing the mastermind behind this human experimentation and petitioning for a thorough investigation. It was a time when turning a blind eye was not an option for truth’s sake.
While the storm raged outside,
Aidan was indulging himself in the debauchery arranged by Jameson. Using alcohol and women to numb his senses, he enjoyed the revelry before doomsday.
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In the presidential suite, Aidan drank one glass after another, fed to him by the women around him. He became more and more intoxicated until he lost consciousness. S
Under the urging of someone, he found himself on top of a woman and injecting drugs into her veins with a syringe.
What happened next was a blur to him.
In the early morning hours, he awoke to a splitting headache. He found himself lying naked in bed with an unclothed woman beside him.
At first, he didn’t think much of it.
Over the years, while accompanying Joseph to socialize and discuss business, he had grown accustomed to women being sent to his bed in attempts to please him. He never declined.
Aidan kicked the woman while rubbing his throbbing temples. “Hey… Wake up. Go back if you want to sleep.”
But the woman didn’t move.
Frowning, Aidan reached out to shake her awake.
As soon as he touched her skin, his expression froze. The woman’s body was cold to the touch.
Aidan immediately turned on the bedside lamp to check on her.
Although he had long since given up practicing medicine for business, coming from a family with a medical background, he still had some knowledge.
Two minutes later, he suddenly screamed. Forgetting about his own nakedness, he leaped out of bed and curled up in the corner.
The woman on the bed had purple spots on her body, which were signs of hypostasis.
She was dead!
Terrified, Aidan felt his hair stand on its ends. He hurriedly covered the woman’s corpse with a blanket.
Trembling at the foot of the bed, he debated whether to call the police when there was a knock on the door.
It was 4:00 am. Who could it be? It was certainly not room service.
Aidan walked to the door. “W-Who’s there?” His voice quivered uncontrollably.
“Mr. Aidan,” came a calm and steady voice from outside. “I’m here on Mr. Schmidt’s orders to help you.”
Aidan remained stubborn. “I-I don’t need any help.”
“The woman you picked last night should still be in your room, right? How is she doing now?”
Aidan’s heart pounded in alarm as he rushed to open the door.
A man stood outside, dressed in a black sports outfit with a cap pulled low and a black mask obscuring his features. Only his cold and sharp eyes were visible.
“H-How do you know?” Aidan was shocked.
Without a word, the man played a video on his phone right in front of Aidan.
The footage showed the entire scene from last night-Aidan’s brutal assault on the woman and injecting her with drugs. The hidden camera in the room had captured everything. When he was done playing with her, he fell into a deep sleep.
As he slept, the woman beside him suddenly began to convulse, foam at the mouth, and eventually went completely still. Aidan turned pale, and his back was drenched in cold sweat. He yanked the man into the room and locked the door. “There’s a hidden camera in the room? Did you do this? Was it Jameson?” Aidan asked while grabbing the man’s collar. Exhausted from the night’s excesses, he barely had the strength to be angry. His voice was weak and breathless. The man squinted his eyes. “Should I commend you for your insight, or is the answer too obvious?”
“Jameson Schmidt! You jerk! How dare you set me up?” Aidan roared and swung a punch at the man’s face.
The man easily caught Aidan’s wrist.
He flipped him over his shoulder and slammed him onto the couch. Aidan’s back throbbed in pain and his vision blurred.
“Mr. Aidan, now is not the time for impotent rage.”
The man clapped his hands and scoffed. “You should think carefully about what would happen if this video landed in the hands of the police.”
Aidan’s heart was in his throat, and his legs turned jelly. “W-What do you want?”
“Don’t panic. I’m here to clean up your mess.”
With that, the man stepped into the room and pulled a black nylon bag from his backpack. He placed the woman’s body inside, zipped it u and secured it. Then, he e
meticulously cleaned up all traces from the scene.
Aidan watched, stunned. The man’s efficiency in handling the body was as casual as having a meal.
“W-Who are you?” Aidan asked, trembling.
“The body is taken care of.” The man didn’t answer. His voice was calm as he dragged the bag out of the room.
“Also, Mr. Schmidt has a message for you. Since you’ve chosen his side, you should understand that your fortunes are tied together. If you ever say anything you shouldn’t, Mr. Schmidt won’t cover for your murder tonight.”
Aidan watched the man leave. His soul seemingly left his body in terror.
Before dawn, a black car pulled into The Millennium.
As the man stepped out, two of Carl’s men approached and took the body from the car.
Returning to his car, the man removed his mask. It revealed Nicholas’ pale face, filled with fatigue and sorrow.
After a long while, he took out his phone and dialed Jameson’s number.
