Zack then approached Bill's bedside. In a hushed voice, he said, "Think about it— even if you leave all your shares to me, what can someone like me achieve? Eventually, I'd still hand them over to Angie. You might as well agree now and save your life.

"Besides, even if you don't give them to her, she'll still inherit a share of your estate anyway when you kick the bucket. With her abilities, who's to say she won't target me after that? She might even kill me to get rid of any obstacles."

His words, though blunt, carried undeniable logic.

Bill shot Zack a glare so sharp it seemed he wanted to smack the foolish young man right then and there. Yet, upon reflection, Bill grudgingly admitted that the ignorant Zack had a point.

With Zack's spineless nature, he'd sooner worship Angela than oppose her.

Bill felt like crying.

Staring hopelessly at the ceiling, he felt an overwhelming sense of futility-his life's struggles had amounted to nothing. Now, even his life was on the line.

Defeated, he reluctantly agreed to sign the papers.

Dexter wasted no time and immediately arranged for a renowned doctor named Craig Osborn to treat Bill. The elderly doctor was conveniently in Murbaine and was persuaded to make the overnight trip.

With the combination of the antidote and detoxifying techniques like acupuncture, Craig managed to pull Bill back from the brink of death after a grueling day and night of treatment.

would still need time

you, yet you didn't believe me. Do you believe

with mild curiosity. "Why aren't you opposing

lapdog when you spent three million to save

she had saved the pathetic Zack back then, she hadn't expected

much? Don't expect me to

finished speaking, the clicking of high heels echoed from

and poise. Of course, it was none other than

the antidote, planning to withhold it until everyone was desperate so that she could trade it

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go home." Zack, spotting his mother, hurried over, intending to whisk her

at him. "Why did I even

Angela a vicious glare before entering the

had just woken up, still weak, but his foul mood

He wanted to speak, but his voice seemed trapped in his throat. His face

alive, eh? I bought such potent poison, yet

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