After saying that, Liam grabbed his suitcase and strode out of the restaurant.

At this time, Smith felt as if he had been humiliated.

At that moment when he was still in a daze, Liam had already left the restaurant.

He looked down at the box of Apothecary Restoration Pill on the table, and he felt so angry in his heart that he threw the box of pills into the garbage as he became consumed by his rage and said, "What kind of f*cking restoration pills are these?! It's all f*cking bullsh*t! I've spent millions of dollars trying out all kinds of cutting-edge technology to cure my son! Even if the president had cancer, he would never get even more treatment than my son! He cannot even be cured after all these efforts, so how can he be cured by this kind of b*llsh*t Oskian medicine?!"

At this point, the public relations person who had been hiding in the back and hadn't come out to disturb the two men hurriedly came out and asked after him, "Mr. Smith, what happened? Is Mr. Weaver gone?" Smith said angrily, "He's gone!"

The public relation's person asked awkwardly, "The meal is almost ready. So, should I serve yours first?" "Serve my a*s!" Smith cursed in annoyance, "I've been

trying to tell you for a long time that your chef's cooking tastes ten thousand times worse than sh*t! If it wasn't for the money, I would have f*cking shoved all his cooking up his a*s!"

The public relations officer instantly froze. He never would have dreamt that Smith, who had always been a gentleman, would become furious like this.

However, he also understood that Smith must be in a very bad mood. So, at this time, he should not say anything else to provoke him.

time, and we will then invite a French

this, he was disheveled, and he said with flushed red eyes, "This will be the last time that I work with you. Don't look for me

moment, Smith already knew very well deep in his heart that his son's situation was

just told Liam that

ove

that was worth four hundred and seventy thousand US dollars, Smith knew very well that the so-called cutting-edge technology was

of patients with end-stage solid tumors,

and seventy thousand US dollars for each treatment was just like a joke,

a less appropriate analogy, it was like how the wind could easily blow a fart away, but how it would be completely difficult for the wind to blow away a

had a family of four now, and it was difficult for him to come up with four hundred and seventy

income was

family also had very good health insurance. However, what the health insurance covered were those treatments that had been officially put into commercial

treatment target.

using his own connections to get in touch with the world's best medical technology and

insurance companies simply did not care for it or

down the road, Smith had already poured in millions

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255