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 was very obvious. Although the

Mr. Wordsworth asked me to come and look for you." The middle- aged man walked up to Nathan

and then he shook hands with

Ferran's grip was

his grip, and he started to respect Nathan a bit because

hospital, but these guys delay us... They came early this morning to

couldn't believe the Health Agency of Neva Province was so bold that they even dared to block

for the soldiers who were risking their lives to

at Ferran but

ordinary Jetta, and Mr. MacMillan didn't recognize his face. Apparently, Ferran wasn't a leader of

Poly Pharmaceutical immediately and don't

one in charge, so Ferrari directly walked over and persuaded

are you?

need to open the boxes and check

"Oh?

and said coldly, "If any treatment in our hospital is delayed because

do you think you are? Do you have the right to blame

medicines on purpose. So what? What can you do? You can only 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 to

want your medicines,

his eyes and

instantly flew

They rushed over to help Mr. MacMillan up,

was shocked by this kick. He never

to