"I know feelings can''t be forced. I love Be, but I never forced her to be with me. As her most devoted suitor, I can''t stand Be dating a monster like Justin.”


    With a grimacing look, Christopher put a box on the table. "Inside is the drug that saved you. The three syringes should be enough to stabilize your condition. The drug can''t be obtained easily, even with money. It''s hard enough to get one syringe, much less three. The only thing you need to do is promise me that Be will not marry Justin. I can guarantee that you will get a supply of this drug for many years toe, and you will live long."


    Christopher''s eyes flickered with ruthlessness. "I will give my blessing to whoever Be marries, just not Justin."


    Wyatt''s hand shook violently as his world turned upside down. "Are you threatening me, Christopher? Are you asking me to sacrifice my daughter''s happiness to save my own life? You are so full of yourself. So what if I have blood clots clogging blood flow? Even if I have cancer, I will never destroy Be''s happiness just to live a few more years. Why would I live for her to hate me? Show him the door, Quentin!" Quentin approached with a scowl. "This way, please, Mr. Iverson."


    Christopher grabbed the box on the table with a scoff and narrowed his eyes at Wyatt''s discolored face. "I''m only doing this for Be''s own good, Chairman Thompson. Your indulgence will only harm your beloved daughter."


    "Please leave, Mr. Iverson." Even Quentin was livid.


    "You shouldn''t be quick to decline. You should think more about yourself and keep your options open. One day, you''ll regret turning my offer down."


    Christopher turned around, his smile not reaching his eyes. "I might not give you the drug even if you beg then."


    He then took off.N?velDrama.Org holds text ? rights.


    Once the door closed, Wyatt could not stop the emotions from riding rough through him.


    "Q-Quentin, the meds!"


    Not long after Christopher left the office, he ran into Be and Justin.


    A slow unease settled over the corridor.


    "What are you doing here, Christopher?" With her internal rm bells ringing off the charts, Be confronted him with rage.


    "I heard of Wyatt''s hospital discharge, so I brought him a gift and visited him."


    Christopher tucked away his malice and looked sincere. "Besides, I''m the CEO of the Iverson Group now. f.call the shots in thepany. I came here to talk about future business opportunities."


    Justin lowered his gaze to the medicinal box in his hand.


    He had a bad feeling.


    "Visit? I think you''re up to no good."


    Be''s eyes burned with rage. "If you don''t want to die, get away from me. KS Group will never partner with the Iverson Group! You better hold onto your family''s empire before strip everything off you."


    Be then shoved him out of the way and took Justin''s hand to move along. Christopher''s back hit the cold wall as the emotional turmoil overwhelmed him.


    "Dad!"


    "Wyatt!"


    The couple walked into the office to find Wyatt lying on the sofa in pain. Quentin kneeled on one knee by his side kneading his body to ease his agony.