Calvin, still gripping the box tightly, turned to Alana with a steely determination in his eyes. "I'll leave after a cocktail," he stated, his voice resolute.Alana nodded, her expression a mixture of relief and lingering sadness. "Alright then, let's have a cocktail together," she agreed, gesturing for Calvin to follow her back to the party. The box he carried was small, holding the essentials he had left behind, and its weight was more symbolic than physical — a reminder of all he had lost and now reclaimed.As they re-entered the bustling party, the atmosphere was vibrant and celebratory. The crowd was engrossed in the next part of the event: a video presentation showcasing the remarkable progress of Perry Pharmaceuticals. The large screen displayed a sleek company profile, highlighting the various best-selling products that had propelled the company to the forefront of the pharmaceutical industry.Calvin's gaze hardened as he recognized several products on the screen — products he

Several security officers approached Calvin, but Alana quickly intervened, her voice ringing out with authority, "Wait, everyone!"All eyes turned to Alana, now the focal point of the gathering. She hesitated for a moment, caught between the desire to protect her family's reputation and the need to support Calvin, who had been wronged. Her conflicting emotions were clear, but she knew she had to take a stand.Taking a deep breath, Alana addressed the crowd, her voice steady but filled with underlying tension. "Regardless of who created the medicines, the person responsible will receive the appropriate recognition and reward. However, we will handle this matter separately from tonight's event. Let us not lose sight of the purpose of this gathering—the inauguration of our new factory. So, please, let’s put an end to this chaos."The murmurs and whispers among the guests gradually subsided, though the atmosphere remained charged with curiosity and uncertainty. Security guards continued t

Calvin stepped into the warmth of the bathroom, the soothing heat enveloping him as he sank into the depths of the bathtub. The gentle caress of the water against his skin eased the tension from his muscles, offering a moment of respite from the chaos of the day. With a sigh, he reached for his phone, his thoughts drifting to Christina and the uncertain aftermath of their shared encounter.Uncertainty gnawed at Calvin as he contemplated the complexities of their situation. Christina had made it abundantly clear that theirs was a fleeting connection, a solitary night bound by circumstance rather than sentiment. And yet, a part of him couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps there was more to their encounter than mere coincidence.As he pondered his next move, Calvin couldn't shake the nagging sense of obligation that tugged at his conscience. As a man, he knew he should extend the courtesy of reaching out to Christina, if only to acknowledge the shared moment they had experienced togeth

Kevin's eyes blazed with frustration as he glared at Calvin. "This is a major hospital with strict protocols. We can't just hand over patient data to any random person, especially someone like you."Calvin held up his hands in a placating gesture. "Alright, I understand. Let's take a different approach then." He turned to Miranda, who was visibly shaken. Her face was pale, and she clutched her purse tightly, her knuckles white with tension. "Mrs. Dew, can you walk me through exactly what happened before Mr. Dew started vomiting blood?"Miranda took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She blinked back tears and began to speak, her voice trembling. "It was a normal day. James was actually feeling better, though he mentioned some pain in his leg. We had one more treatment session left in the package we bought from the hospital—ten sessions in total, and this was the last one. After the session, we went home, and everything seemed fine. But about an hour later, he started vomiting bl

Calvin focused intently, channeling his energy as he prepared to save James. He took a deep breath, feeling the familiar warmth of his internal power welling up within him. As he extended his hands over James's body, a soft, blue glow began to emanate from his palms, casting a serene light over the car.The ethereal glow pulsed gently, matching the rhythm of Calvin's steady breaths. He closed his eyes briefly, activating his unique ability—an extraordinary vision akin to X-Ray. Opening his eyes again, he saw beyond the surface, directly into James's body. The intricate web of veins, muscles, and bones appeared before him, highlighted in shades of translucent blue and white.Calvin's gaze zeroed in on the leg, where the injection had been administered. He could see the inflamed tissue and the disrupted blood vessels that were causing the necrosis. The corticosteroids and vasoconstrictors had significantly restricted blood flow, leading to a severe lack of oxygen and nutrients to the af