Chapter 1731: Marriage Registration

In the ward, specialists bustled about, too preoccupied to greet Lucian. Roxanne was in critical condition; her blood vessels were hardening, threatening a fatal rupture. Seeing her pale face, drained lips, and fringe damp with cold sweat, Lucian could only watch from a distance, unable to approach the bed. Her fragility was heartbreaking.

Meanwhile, at Damaris Group, Jack sat in his office, his assistant, Kevin, standing nervously before him.

“What time is it?” Jack demanded, his tone frigid. This was his third inquiry that night.

Kevin checked his watch. “Mr. Damaris, it’s ten o’clock.”

“Ten…” Jack’s eyes narrowed. Two hours until dawn. The drug’s effects should be peaking; Roxanne should be in agonizing pain. She could die within two hours. Why wasn’t Lucian begging for mercy?

A thought struck him, darkening his expression. “Did they… develop an antidote?” he murmured, then shook his head. “Impossible. I spent countless hours perfecting that poison. They couldn’t create an antidote in a single day! Not even Roxanne could!”

Roxanne’s life hung in the balance. She wouldn’t have the strength to synthesize an antidote, and Lucian’s associates were clearly incapable. They were foolishly resisting!

Jack sneered. “Let’s see how long they can wait.” He held up the vial of solution, a satisfied gleam in his eyes. Lucian’s plea would only make it harder for Roxanne, given the time-delaying agents he’d included.

His mood improved. Turning to Kevin, he asked, “Any progress on the matter I assigned you?” He referred to the investigation into Lucian’s marriage, launched after his morning call with Roxanne. If Lucian was deceitful about that, he likely was about everything else.

Kevin cowered. “Mr. Damaris… I found no record of Mr. Farwell’s marriage registration at City Hall. The Lane family hasn’t responded.” The marriage certificate was likely forged.

“He lied!” Jack’s grip tightened on the vial; his face flushed with rage. “What about the ten subsidiary companies? Have the transfers been processed?”

Kevin, terrified, wished the floor would swallow him. “Not yet. Mr. Farwell must appear in person. However…”

He’d been tricked. The tension in the office was palpable.