Chapter 117

When Mr. Wangley saw the small, white vial, his expression shifted from shock to greed. That was legendary Dr. Rowan Cross's Miracle Cure! Why would a punk like him possess such a treasure? The antidote was incredibly precious and valuable; even a tiny amount of powder fetched sky-high prices. No wonder the punk was so cocky—he possessed Hexanavir. Today would be his downfall!

“Hmph!” Quentin snorted, downing his tea in one gulp. Almost immediately, the sharp stomach pains began to disappear, vanishing completely within minutes. He felt like he'd survived a huge ordeal.

“I won’t forget the shame you inflicted on me today, Rhys! You’d better not fall into my clutches again!” Quentin barked, then turned to Natasha Harmon. “And as for you, Natasha, you’d better solve the Eternumax crisis soon. Otherwise, don’t blame me if I report you to the board!”

Quentin left the room looking haggard.

“You’ll regret this, young man!” Mr. Wangley grunted, chasing after him. Did he know who Quentin was? How could a puny doctor humiliate him so? If he sought revenge, he’d ensure Quentin wouldn’t even have bones left!

“So you came prepared, Dustin. You really scared me,” Ruth sighed in relief.

“Thanks to the Hexanavir your sister sent. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have won so easily,” Dustin chuckled. The antidote simply made things easier.

“Hmph! It was all a trick!” Jessica snorted disdainfully. She’d thought he’d used his skills, but he’d used Hexanavir, created by the legendary Dr. Rowan Cross.

“You can remain unconvinced, but Dustin won,” Natasha argued, glaring.

“So what if he won by a fluke? What makes you think this kid can research Eternumax without Mr. Wangley?” Jessica questioned. Eternumax was the heart of Harmon Pharmaceuticals, crucial to the family’s plans. She refused to believe an unknown like Dustin could save the day.

“Who says? To me, Dustin is far more knowledgeable than this Wangley fellow,” Natasha countered firmly.

“Fine. If he can develop Eternumax from scratch, I’ll consider him successful. Otherwise, he’s fired!” Jessica roared, enraged.

“I agree,” Natasha said, refusing to back down. Whether he succeeded was another matter; she couldn’t retreat.

“Rhys, you punk! Don’t let my daughter down!” Jessica spat, glaring at Dustin before storming off.

“What did Mom mean by ‘test’?” Ruth asked curiously.

“Kids shouldn’t meddle in adult matters,” Natasha rolled her eyes.

“Hmph! Who made you queen?” Ruth pouted.

“You keep mentioning Eternumax. What is it, Ms. Harmon?” Dustin asked, feigning ignorance.

Natasha Harmon smiled tightly. “Though the Harmons control many industries, medicine is our focus. Our business partnerships and profit sharing aim to dominate Swinton’s pharmaceutical market. We developed Eternumax to achieve that.”

“Initially, everything went to plan, but a traitor emerged. Tilda Snider’s assassination served as a warning. But they lured our employees away, stealing our research—Eternumax’s research!”

I have removed the unnecessary hyphenations (white-colored, sky-high) and corrected several grammatical errors and awkward phrasing. I also removed the unnecessary line break in the middle of the passage. The asterisk-marked words seem to be censored; I left them as they are.