Right after saying that, Tristan glared at Seth and stormed out of the resort.

“Sir!” Seth shouted in despair, but Tristan was long gone.

Everyone thought it was a little ironic seeing him so haggard.

“He was so confident a moment ago, but now…”

“The ki—Dr. Nicholson was right. This is the professor’s last forum.”

The crowd fell silent, and they gave Kingsley a look. They were both shocked and horrified. A doctor? More like a clairvoyant.

Seth plopped down to the ground, his face ashen. That’s it. I’m done for. Tristan won’t ever help me again. No. He might even sabotage me. My future… It’s all gone. He looked up at Kingsley, his gaze dripping with venom. “You ruined my life, you f*cker! I don’t care who you are, but I’ll drag you down even if it’s the last thing I do!”

scoffed. “You don’t have the

aortic valve transplant. It’s the thing he’s been

benefits too. He might find it a bit hard without Tristan pulling the strings, but one successful surgery was all he

don’t give a rat’s arse who you are, a*shole. I’ll make it my life’s mission to bring you down. Once I make it in

you can still make it in life?” Kingsley sneered. He asked, “You touched Alice with your right hand,

and he took two steps back. “What do you

ignored him and asked Blake, “You got any needles on

That was a good chance to get closer to Dr. Nicholson, and I blew

out a small box of sewing supplies from the luggage. She handed it to Kingsley. “Will this

but he took the

two big luggage. Sewing supplies? You brought

thought you were gonna come up with something amazing.” He looked at Kingsley’s

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