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

mastered the aortic valve transplant. It’s the thing he’s been researching. I can claw my way up anytime

great benefits too. He might find it a bit hard without Tristan pulling the strings, but one successful surgery was all he needed to make a name for himself. Sooner or

don’t give a rat’s arse who you are, a*shole. I’ll make it my life’s

can still make it in life?” Kingsley sneered. He asked, “You touched

froze, and he took two steps back. “What do you want? You wanna

and asked Blake, “You got

shook his head regretfully and cursed himself. Darn it! That was a good chance to

sewing supplies from the luggage. She handed it to Kingsley.

I guess.” Kingsley was surprised, but he

was wondering why you packed two big luggage. Sewing supplies? You

amazing.” He looked at Kingsley’s

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