Chapter 782: Chapter 782

Chapter 782:

“Let’s just say my man here has a case of Parkinson’s, which explains the shaky hand,” he said, his tone a blend of playful mockery and a veiled warning. “And if I’m not mistaken,” he continued, his voice sharpening. “Your family is deeply involved in Parkinson’s medication, aren’t they? Funny thing, though — after taking it, some people wind up just like my man.”

The woman’s face stiffened as she finally understood what Verruckt implied. Her anger flared as she snapped, “That’s absurd! Our family has always acted with the utmost integrity!”

Verruckt’s lips curved into a slow, evil smile. “Oh, do you really think so? Let me tell you something. Word has it your miracle drug tends to drive people a little mad. Now, imagine if that tidbit found its way to the front page. Wouldn’t that make for some fascinating headlines? Shall I help make it happen?”

“You—!” The words choked in her throat.

Because, deep down, she knew he wasn’t lying. What unsettled her more than his accusations was how he’d learned such a well-buried family secret.

She was, after all, little more than a pampered rich girl — accustomed to wielding privilege but unprepared to spar over serious stakes. Her confidence wavered, and with it, her voice, leaving her silently swallowing her fury.

Seeing her retreat, Fiona frowned, her temper ignited. “Verruckt,” she said sharply, her tone calculated and full of threat. “Are you willing to turn me — and the entire Immortality Group — into your enemies over this woman?” It was a gamble, her final card. She knew just how pivotal the Immortality Group was to his research institute’s success.

But Verruckt’s expression grew colder, his gaze as cutting as frost. “And what if I am?”

He let out a quiet laugh, tinged with cruel amusement. “Fiona, you made a mistake the moment you decided to cross my woman. Remember, she’s now under my protection.”

Verruckt’s words served as a firm warning to everyone in the hall, signaling that anyone daring to oppose Allison would also be challenging him. His presence and authority were undeniable, casting a long shadow over Fiona’s attempts to regain control of the situation.

“Oh really, Verruckt, since you’ve put it that way, now make your choice.” Fiona’s patience was clearly worn thin. Her voice, laced with frustration, cut through the tense atmosphere as she bared her teeth. “As the host of this banquet, I demand that the members of the Stuart family leave my event immediately! You can choose to watch her leave and stay, or leave with her.”

An icy silence filled the room, the atmosphere thick with tension. Nervous glances darted across the room as guests silently assessed the standoff.

Fiona’s ultimatum had put everyone in a difficult position, and many, including the most influential guests, were quietly weighing their options. Choosing Immortality Group over the Stuart family seemed to be the safer bet, especially given that the Stuart family was nothing short of a mess. Even Verruckt, for all his defiance, would be wise to consider the bigger picture, or so the guests thought.

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