"You can take it as a friendly reminder. After all, in Steinberg's pharmaceutical industry, there are only a few reputable and influential companies. "Collaborating with Zenith Pharmaceuticals will be beneficial for you and your company, without a doubt," Ben said casually, his tone carrying a hint of coercion.Upon hearing this, Sebastian chuckled and replied, "I'm afraid you will be disappointed. I dislike being threatened the most. I've already understood your intentions. Please leave." Ben was immediately infuriated. Slamming the table, he stood up and rebuked, "Mr. Ballard! Refusing our offer is like spurning a toast and inviting a curse! Remember, in Steinberg, crossing paths with Zenith Pharmaceuticals leads to no good end!""I'm surprised that even after two years, Zenith hasn't changed its ways," Sebastian retorted coldly, his tone tinged with sarcasm."What do you mean, Mr. Ballard?" Ben's expression darkened, his dissatisfaction evident. "Are you familiar with Zenith?
Listening to Ben's cold laughter, Sebastian showed no fear and calmly asked, "Mr. Challer, do you think this will make me succumb to your pressure?""It's not about pressure. I just want to remind you that Zenith has the strength and means to make your life hard here," Ben said ominously. He added, "Mr. Ballard, I'm doing this for your own good. Isn't it nice to earn money while doing nothing?" Sebastian chuckled coldly. He tilted his head back and exhaled deeply. "Since that's the case, I've changed my mind…""Have you come to your senses?" Ben smirked mockingly. He knew that no small company could withstand his tactics."Mr. Ballard, coming to your senses is good. After all, three billion a year is easy money!" Ben chuckled and continued, "So, I'll bring the contract over now, and we can sign it immediately."However, Sebastian interrupted him, his tone cold. "Mr. Challer, you've misunderstood. I meant that the Arctic Snow Mask can collaborate with any pharmaceutical company,
"Clark Hanson, the chairman of Zenith Pharmaceuticals, is quite influential in Steinberg's pharmaceutical industry. He started from nothing and built Zenith Pharmaceuticals into one of the top five pharmaceutical organizations in Steinberg."Rosalie continued, "We Griffins wanted to expand our business in Steinberg, so it's unavoidable for us to have dealings with the leaders in the local pharmaceutical industry. Besides, there's history between Mr. Hanson Senior and my family."Sebastian nodded impassively.Rosalie watched his expression and raised her eyebrows. "What is it, Dr. Ballard? Do you know Mr. Hanson Senior?" she asked. "No." Sebastian shook his head and smiled."But your reaction just now made it seem as if you and Zenith Pharmaceuticals have some kind of conflict with each other," Rosalie said doubtfully.Sebastian smiled but didn't explain further. "Oh right, Dr. Ballard. I brought you here so Mr. Hanson Senior can consult you about his illness." Rosalie tucked h
Brad frowned and said, "Alright, Dad." However, his gaze on Sebastian was still filled with contempt and doubt.Rosalie said firmly, "Mr. Hanson Senior, Mr. Hanson, I can vouch for Dr. Ballard's medical skills. There's no one in Steinberg whose medical skills are as good as his.""Really? It seems that you trust him very much, Ms. Griffin," Brad said, smiling humorlessly.Rosalie paid no attention to Brad's tone. She looked adoringly at Sebastian and smiled as she said, "Yes. I trust him.""Alright. Today, I'd like to see how amazing Dr. Ballard's medical skills are! After all, Ms. Griffin recommends him so highly!" Brad said coldly. He turned a sharp gaze on Sebastian.Sebastian had yet to say anything. He remained in his seat, looking calm. He only spoke when he saw Brad looking at him. "Since you don't trust my medical skills, Mr. Hanson, you may leave."Silence fell at once.Brad's expression contorted, and an icy air seemed to emanate from him!"Young man, do you know what
"You're a bold young man. I'd like to see how you treat my father's illness today," Brad said coldly. There was a hint of threat in his tone.Sebastian chuckled. Clark glared at Brad and said coldly, "Don't be rude, Brad!"Then he looked at Sebastian and asked urgently, "Dr. Ballard, how can my illness be treated?"Sebastian's gaze swept over the old man, and he said impassively, "Mr. Hanson Senior, it's easy to treat your illness."The other doctors were stumped because they didn't know its root cause, and not because they aren't skilled in medicine.""Root cause? Please tell me what it is, Dr. Ballard." Clark lowered his head slightly.Sebastian exhaled and pointed to the walking stick in Clark's hand. He said, "It's in that walking stick."The room fell silent. Everyone followed Sebastian's finger and looked at the walking stick in Clark's hand, which was made of cedarwood.The walking stick was the root cause of his illness?Clark was shocked. He turned the walking stick
Brad's expression changed at once. His brows seemed to quiver as he yelled, "You asshole! What do you mean by that!"It was considered bad luck to use burial objects for the living. Sebastian spoke fearlessly. "Since it's a burial object, then it will definitely be tainted with cursed energy. From the moment Mr. Hanson Senior walked through that door, I sensed a strong, resentful energy accompanying this walking stick!"The prince it belonged to in the past probably didn't have a peaceful death. If Mr. Hanson Senior keeps using this walking stick, I can guarantee he'll be dead within half a month! "Haven't you realized that there's a black-purple stain on the handle of the walking stick? It's probably blood. Not only that, it's blood that carries a strong resentful energy!"Sebastian's words made Clark shudder with fear. He immediately let go and looked closely at the grip of the walking stick. There really was a black-purple bloodstain there!"You asshole! Stop acting all myst
There was chaos at the entrance to the Snow Sea. Clark had fallen to the ground. "Dad, wake up, don't scare me…" Brad shouted relentlessly. "What are you standing there for?" he yelled at the bodyguards. "Call an ambulance!" The bodyguards were frightened as well, and they hurriedly called for an ambulance."Mr. Hanson, we're too far away. The road is completely jammed with traffic, and it'll take them at least half an hour to get here," one of the bodyguards said urgently.Brad turned white at once. He was at his wit's end. "Half an hour or more? Isn't that just making my father wait for death?" he roared. The bodyguards dared not speak, and they lowered their heads.One of the bolder bodyguards suddenly shouted, "Mr. Hanson, there's one person who can probably save Mr. Hanson Senior!""Who? Where? Do you know them? Hurry up and call them here!" Brad was extremely anxious. The bodyguard was tongue-tied at once. He said hesitantly, "Well, Mr. Hanson, you just met him…""
"It's very simple. If you want Mr. Hanson Senior to live, ask Dr. Ballard nicely for help. If you think that Dr. Ballard is incapable, then please leave. "I don't want to have to stare at a corpse while I'm eating! Also, I'm warning you. Don't take any action against Dr. Ballard!" Rosalie retorted. She exuded the imperious, aloof air of an heiress combined with her dominance as a CEO. "Alright! I understand what you're saying, Ms. Griffin." Brad said in a low voice. Then, he looked at Sebastian and suppressed his anger as he bowed and said, "Dr. Ballard, please help my father." It was the first time Brad had ever pleaded with someone for help. He had no other choice. Clark's life was more important. "I won't save him," Sebastian refused bluntly.His abrupt words ignited Brad's anger even more. He yelled, "What is the meaning of this!" Sebastian said in a measured tone, "Kneel and beg me." "You—" Brad was enraged. Sebastian wanted him to kneel? He had to be dreaming!