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

the aortic valve transplant. It’s the thing he’s been researching. I can claw

he could work in any hospital he wanted, and with great benefits too. He might find it a bit hard without

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 life, I’ll tear your

life?” Kingsley sneered. He

he took two steps back. “What do you want? You

Blake, “You got any needles on

and cursed himself. Darn it! That was a good chance to get closer to Dr. Nicholson, and I

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

I guess.” Kingsley was surprised, but he took the

why you packed two big luggage. Sewing supplies?

perplexed. “Heh, and I thought you were gonna come up with something amazing.” He looked at Kingsley’s

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