Masuk"I know. I did not expect this at all. These drugs have been on the market for a while and nothing like this has ever happened," Winston replied. "I've already sent my people to survey other consumers. No one has reported any problems… Nothing close to this."Despite the trouble closing in on him, Winston trusted his business partner enough to avoid placing blame."This feels suspicious. But for now, we should focus on helping her recover before her rage spreads like wildfire. I have a friend who's a renowned medical genius. She should be able to help," I said with a weary sigh.The investigation would have to wait. Right now, I needed Metis, my trump card.I approached Anna. One look at her face made my skin crawl."Good day, Miss Shepard. I'm the man in charge of these drugs. My name is Sebastian Grimwald, from Astergrad. I'm deeply sorry for the condition of your face," I said politely. "I know this is a lot to ask, but please allow me to take a photo."Anna looked mortified.
We headed to the pharmacy, where trouble was already brewing. It belonged to one of the city's better-known franchises, so the commotion had drawn a sizable crowd.…Winston was already there, his hair damp with sweat as he tried to reason with an angry customer. Behind him, the employees stood in a tight line with their heads lowered.The woman arguing with him had an elegant figure in her expensive dress, though her face was another story. Severe inflammation had distorted her features. Abscesses mottled her skin, some of them leaking pus.Most women would struggle to tolerate damage like this to their faces. A wealthy woman even less so.She was shrieking, her voice shaking. "Explain this to me, Winston Hill, or this pharmacy is finished! You and your company are not getting away with this. I don't care how big your business is."Her bodyguards stepped forward and glared at Winston and his staff."If nobody can fix my face, then nobody is fixing your reputation or business af
If the man chose not to work with me just because Samson was smaller than Sazaar, then I had misjudged him and he was not my guy after all.Thankfully, Emil showed no reluctance. He nodded with clear relief. "No problem! The money you're paying me is enough for my wife and me to rent a place in Samson!""Good. Go home and get ready. Give me your account details. I'll pay you upfront," I said as I pulled out my phone.I wired him the money on the spot.…Emil's eyes reddened. "You… You trust me this much, Mr. Grimwald?"He could not hold back his tears. Ever since his wife fell ill, he had borrowed from anyone who would listen, including his own family and friends. He had worn out their goodwill to the point that his own relatives had started to avoid them like the plague.Sebastian was the first stranger to trust him like this. The shock of it hit him hard and left him overwhelmed.This was it. This was his boss. He would give everything he had to this man.…My phone rang. W
"Those days are over now, Emil. From now on, you're hired. I'm Sebastian Grimwald, by the way. Founder of Astergrad's Sleeping Giant Inc."Emil hesitated. "You're… not from here? Then I… I'm afraid I can't take this job. My wife is too sick to move to another city at this stage. I'm sorry.""Uh hem. Mr. Emil…?""Candor.""Mr. Emil Candor? You should hear me out first." I smiled. "The work I need your help with is based in Sazaar. That is the reason. I am not about to separate you and your wife. You have my word. Once you earn enough for her treatment, I'll wait for her to recover so both of you can move to Astergrad too."Emil looked touched. Tears gathered at the corners of his eyes. "Thank you. Thank you so much. I will do anything you ask. Anything.""Well, I wanted you because you're a veteran, right? You must be handy in combat."Emil nodded. "What would you need me to do, Mr. Grimwald?""I need you as part of my security detail. It works like a hybrid job. You serve as bo
Emil's eyes were bloodshot as he growled, "Fuck you!""Well, if you're such a tough guy, come and fight me. I heard the military only takes boys who eat crayons. Aren't you one of them?" the man taunted.Emil balled his fist. If looks could kill, the man would have turned to ash. Even so, Emil could not raise a hand against a compatriot, since he was a veteran who had sworn to protect his nation, which included idiots like this. His past identity held him back.I had no such restraint. I was tired of these loudmouths and needed them to shut up in the only way that worked for me. I slapped the man as hard as I could."Who the hell do you think you are, you pest?" I snarled. "How dare you disrespect our veterans? Without them, you wouldn't have survived this long."Emil shoved the man away and stared at me in disbelief. "S-Sir, I…"I waved him off and glared at the others. "Does bullying a sick woman make you feel like real alpha men? Does it make you feel like you've got your big
"Excuse me? This gentleman asked for me. Find your livelihood somewhere else." The man squared his shoulders, unwilling to let the chance slip. "Have you folks no honor?"These people cared nothing for that."Please, he hasn't even hired you. It's all fair play, man.""It's the free market, Candor. Meritocracy. It isn't the luckiest man who wins; it's the best one, and we need to show this gentleman who that could be.""You sound scared of a little competition. Is that it, Candor? Scared of a fair fight? We're all here looking for work. Why hog a client for yourself?"The crowd gave him no quarter and did everything they could to make him look bad.I sneered to myself. They had tried to shove him out a moment ago, and now they wanted to act like friendly competitors.The man's expression darkened. "My wife stopped taking her meds because we ran out of money. She won't make it if I don't find a way to—""Why should I care about your wife? I don't know her, man.""Did you hear t






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