NovelUSAChapter 525 Scales hadn't chere to rescue Kali. From the very beginning, his only goal was to retrieve the unfinished NecroBlitz Tablets that had yet to be fully developed.
But now, he'd changed his mind.
After all these years, if he still hadn't managed to complete the NecroBlitz Tablets, maybe it was tto let go. And since he'd already made an enemy of President Vesper, what difference did it make if he went all in? This whole mess was Kali's doing. She should be the one to take responsibility for it.
Sebastian remained silent, but the flicker in his eyes betrayed the turmoil simmering within. He stared hard at Citrine, who wore a knowing, almost amused expression, as if she'd predicted everything would play out exactly like this. Her earlier move to raise the price-he realized now-had been a ploy to set him up as the fall guy.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtUnbelievable. She'd played him, and it was the first tin years he'd been caught off guard like this.
The men standing near him exchanged uneasy glances. Seeing their usually composed chairman looking so grim, one of them couldn't help but swallow nervously. When their boss wore that expression, it almost always meant he was seething inside.
At that moment, someone suddenly recalled Citrine's words from earlier.
"President Carmichael, since the NecroBlitz Tablets Kali brought are incomplete and toxic, can you tell us whether the ones in your possession are real or fake?" "And you claimed you were the one who developed them. Do you have any proof?" Scales snapped his head toward Citrine. "What's that supposed to mean?" "What does the NecroBlitz Tablets have to do with President Carmichael?" Citrine ignored him. Instead, Theo stepped forward and quietly filled Scales in on what had actually happened. By the tTheo finished, Scales looked at Citrine in utter disbelief.
"No way. There's no way she could have developed the NecroBlitz Tablets." As far as he knew, only one person in the world had ever known the full formula-and that person was long dead.
Citrine, unruffled by his shock, finally spoke up. "The NecroBlitz Tablets I have are genuine. As for proof... would being able to write out the entire formula count?" The room fell silent as both Sebastian and Scales turned to look at her.
"You're saying you can write down the complete formula for the NecroBlitz Tablets?" Scales asked, unable to hide his skepticism.
"Of course," Citrine replied simply.
She gestured to a member of the staff nearby. "Could you bringspaper and a pen?" Within moments, a notepad and pen were brought over. Citrine took them and immediately began to write. Less than five minutes later, she set her pen down and handed the sheet directly to Scales.
He took the paper, visibly stunned, and his astonishment only grew as the formula was passed around the room.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut Scales wasn't ready to give in. "Even if you wrote out the formula, how can we be sure it's authentic?" No sooner had the words left his mouth than a booming voice echoed from the back of the room.
"If she says it's real, it's real. Who are you to demand proof?" Guests turned in surprise to see a group of sharply dressed
middle-aged men entering through the doors. The man in the center with sticked-back hair and an unmistakable air of authority was the one who had spoken. Recognition spread through the crowd in a wave.
"Oh my God, that's the director of Crestwood Medical Research Center! What's he doing here?" "And those men behind him are from the scenter-I've seen their photos online." "Aren't those Crestwood doctors notorious for avoiding social events? Why show up tonight?"
Crestwood Medical Research Center was revered as the pinnacle of the medical world. Everyone wanted to be in their good graces; even if they couldn't win their favor, they certainly didn't want to make enemies of them.
After all, Crestwood's medical team and their treatments were the most advanced in the entire region. Over the years, they'd tackled and cured diseases no one else could. But not everyone had the privilege of being treated at Crestwood. They had a rule-one they enforced without exception: every specialist could choose which patients to accept. No matter how wealthy or powerful a person was, the doctors had the right to refuse them.
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