The Greatest Man Alive By Maveric Bowman

Nathan's words only attracted disdain and ridicule.

Now, Mr. MacMillan and his subordinates were in control, and whether this medicine batch could be delivered depended on their attitude.

"You can continue to trouble me, but you will regret it," Nathan shrugged and said flatly.

"Of course, we can. I'm afraid you won't be able to send out a single drop of alcohol before you go bankrupt," Mr. MacMillan smiled.

Nathan turned around and waved at the employees of the storage and transportation department. "Guys, continue to cooperate with their inspections. Let them do whatever they want!"

Mr. MacMillan's expression turned gloomy. If other companies were targeted like this, they would have already given in and begged for mercy. But Nathan was different. After all, he was rich and powerful, so targeting Poly Pharmaceutical alone may not make him give in.

Mr. MacMillan had some other thoughts in his mind, wondering if he should stuff some contraband into these medicines. Then, he could blame Poly Pharmaceutical and let Nathan bear the consequence.

At this moment, a low-key black car drove into Poly Pharmaceuticals.

A middle-aged man in his forties got out of the car. He had a stern face and was wearing a black suit.

As soon as he came, he saw Mr. MacMillan and some subordinates dawdlingly inspecting the medicines transported by Poly Pharmaceutical. The man raised his brows fiercely, with strong dissatisfaction and murderous intent.

"I'm looking for Mr. Evans. Where is he?" The middle-aged man found a worker in uniform and asked in a deep voice.

"He's over there..." The worker was stunned for a moment, then pointed at Nathan.

The middle-aged man walked directly toward Nathan.

After all, this man's temperament

is Ferran Wells. Mr. Wordsworth asked me to come and look for

then he

Ferran's

and he started to respect Nathan a bit because not everyone

to your hospital, but these guys delay us... They came early this morning to check our medicine. However, they haven't found anything

and he became furious. He couldn't believe the Health Agency of Neva Province was so bold

medicines were for the soldiers who were

glanced at Ferran but didn't pay

car was just an ordinary Jetta, and Mr. MacMillan didn't

please release these medicines from Poly Pharmaceutical immediately and don't trouble them again." Ferran didn't want to waste

Mr. MacMillan was the one in charge,

smiled. "Who are you?

expressionlessly, "It's understandable that you want to check. But there's no need to open the boxes and

"Oh? Are you lecturing

coldly, "If any treatment in our hospital is

and said, "Who do you think you are? Do

blame yourself! You could've chosen another company to deliver your medicines, but you had to choose Poly Pharmaceutical! I have grudges against them, so I

want your medicines, ask

and kicked

MacMillan instantly flew out

rushed over to help Mr. MacMillan up, and some of them came forward and scolded

MacMillan was shocked by this kick. He

dare to