At this moment, Rhiannon Campbell stood not far from the door, arms crossed, watching coldly.
Her mouth curled into a mocking smile, and her voice, though light, pierced like an ice pick: "Do you think it's over just by sending him to the hospital? This medicine isn't ordinary. Even tranquilizers can't suppress it. Even if he wakes up temporarily, his nervous system will be permanently damaged. For the rest of his life, he'll be a cripple."
She slowly turned her head, her eyes full of calculation and coldness.
She had long set up the game, just waiting for Tristan Sterling to collapse completely. Then she'd offer the so-called "antidote," forcing him to sign the agreement that would give her control over the entire Sterling Group.
As long as he couldn't wake up, everything was under her control.
Vivian Sinclair heard this and furiously furrowed her eyebrows, her eyes overflowing with anger.
