Chapter 1678

At six in the evening, they met at the restaurant. Lucian, impatient, arrived immediately after ending his call. Jack found the table bare except for a glass of water; Lucian had clearly instructed the server not to serve them. Jack's smile was cold, his displeasure evident.

“Pleasantly surprised you waited, Mr. Farwell,” Jack said, seating himself two chairs from Lucian. “You should have mentioned if you disliked the food.”

Lucian glanced at Jack, seemingly noticing him for the first time. “It’s not that. I didn’t think it necessary to eat,” he said, launching into the main topic. “I’ve prepared the property transfer agreement for the ten companies. Once you sign, you’ll take possession. The research institute’s termination contract is also included.”

He produced a file and pushed it across the table. Jack’s surprise quickly morphed into smug satisfaction. It's satisfying to see Lucian yield, he thought. This opportunity to best him, to make him plead, is rare. He smirked, pushing the file aside unopened.

“If you knew this would happen, why reject me two days ago?” Jack asked. “Didn’t you say you’d exhaust your resources to save Ms. Jarvis? How is she?”

Lucian’s eyes flickered at the mention of Roxanne, but he quickly composed himself. “Regardless, I believe she’ll regain consciousness tomorrow, provided you give me the antidote as promised, Mr. Damaris.”

A smile touched Jack’s lips. “Don’t worry. No rush. I believe you haven’t fulfilled all my conditions. Once everything is done, I’ll deliver the antidote.”

Lucian’s gaze swept over him. Jack’s expression was one of arrogant confidence. He believes I have no choice but to seek his help, Lucian thought. He had mentally prepared himself, but now found himself unable to voice his acceptance.

“I heard you hired many experienced doctors to diagnose Ms. Jarvis. She’s still unconscious. Those doctors haven’t determined how my drug works, have they? No surprise the medical industry is in such a state. Anyone can call themselves an expert after enough time,” Jack scoffed. “Even if they find the problem, that doesn’t mean a solution. I had to delve into the Damaris family’s ancient medical texts to develop this drug!”

Understanding dawned on Lucian. Old Mr. Lomax's failure to find the antidote was now clear; the solution resided solely within the Damaris family’s ancient texts—information absent from other sources.