"What did they do to you in there?" Edward asked Marcus Santosh the moment he was released by the men who seized him."Just a bunch of doctors testing me in a machine, and I dunno why," Marcus replied angrily."It was because of the virus. They knew you had it, and that caused the panic. But don't worry, I already told them you can't infect others, and it seems like their tests have already proven that," Edward said to him. "You were right about Doctor Tish, though. I just discovered she's an agent of the CIA.""I told you!" Marcus confirmed. "What did they tell you there?""She was an agent sent by a politician to spy on me. The man's name is Mr. Smith, and he wants me to go heal his daughter, who has been affected by the virus," Edward replied, but Santosh suddenly wore a look of suspicion on his face again."And don't tell me you believe that, right?" he asked, eyes fixed on Edward as he awaited his reply."Of course I did. They showed me a photo of her. She's been badly affected b
"Wait. So you guys tricked me? If she isn't your daughter, then who is she?" Edward demanded, turning to the girl sitting silently on the bed, her head bowed. "Don't worry about her. It's not your concern. Come, let me show you something," Smith said. Edward followed him out of the room, with Doctor Tish and Inspector Fox close behind. "You see, Edward, I admire your spirit and intelligence. I've heard about your journey from a poor background and how your wife abandoned you. But none of that matters. Do you know why? Because you possess something invaluable—knowledge. The government doesn't care about people like us; all they do is serve their own interests. I'm sure you're aware this virus was engineered by them to control the world and profit from it. Use your talents and join me. Together, we could conquer the world, and I promise your descendants will never know poverty," Smith said. "Sir, I appreciate your advice, but I'm not interested in your agenda. I've healed the girl
"Be careful with the people around you. They will kill you just the way they killed me!"Edward stood with tears streaming down his face as he stared at the note given to him by the nurse. His mom's final words to him were a warning, proving that she didn't die from the surgery, but that she was killed. But who could have killed her?Crying bitterly, he suddenly grew a strong hatred for Richard. If not for Richard, he wouldn't have gone to prison, leaving his mom vulnerable to attack. He would have been around her, but because of his absence, he couldn't even have a clear account of what the message was talking about."I must make them pay!" Edward proclaimed bitterly through his tears and stormed out of the hospital. He quickly took a cab that rode him back to Mr. Fustus's store. He was going to make sure the people who looked down on him fell to their knees and paid with their wealth. They were going to regret ever despising him. His mom's death fueled his pain into vengeance."Edwa
It took Edward less than an hour to mix the chemicals and finally produce the virus cure. Afterward, he met Mr. Claire, who gave him a certificate of accreditation before he left the lab."I'm done, bro," Edward said to Mr. Fustus, who had been waiting in the car outside."So what's next? I'm already drained," Fustus asked, looking exhausted."Sorry, bro. Just one more step to cross, and that's visiting the WHO office.""Okay, the headquarters is an hour's drive away from here, just so you know," Fustus informed him."I know, bro. Let's proceed."Mr. Fustus ignited the engine, and they drove off. They approached the massive office of the WHO and both exited the car. Edward stood for a minute outside to admire the view. He had only visited this place once, back when he was in college. They had come for an excursion. He had always dreamed of submitting a sample of his medicine to save the world, and standing there now made him feel like he was so close to achieving his dreams.They both
The sample was taken to the lab and given to the lab scientists. Mr. Xander first told them to run a test on the sample to see if they could identify the chemicals used while he stood aside and watched. This was his first step to prove whether Edward was actually saying rubbish. But he was shocked when the scientists replied after minutes of attempts that the chemicals were untraceable."What do you mean it's untraceable? How is that possible? Run the test again!""Sir, we've done that several times, but it didn't work. It's possible for this to happen, but it's rare," the lab scientists responded. This made Xander's curiosity grow much stronger, and he quickly ordered that they try the sample on an infected lab rat while he stood aside and watched in curiosity.The sample was put in a syringe and injected into an infected rat that was brought out of a transparent glass cage. They all stared in shock when the rat's eyes opened, and it jumped back to its feet while the green color slow
In a few minutes, the presidential convoy arrived at the White House, and Edward was stunned by everything he saw around him. This was only the third time he had ever been to the White House—the first two times were in his dreams. He had never actually been to the White House until now. He could see towering buildings and tall trees standing beautifully. The place was like another world, and the media had not done it justice in its descriptions. The convoy drove past leisure parks and offices before finally stopping at the presidential lodge, a seven-story building. They all exited the car. They got into an elevator, heading to the top floor where the president's office was situated. When they reached a brown door with the tag "THE OFFICE OF THE PRESIDENT," the Senate president pushed the door open, taking the first step inside, followed by Edward and the security personnel. Edward froze in place when he discovered it was a conference room. A large rectangular table, made of gold
An hour after Edward had left the president's office, the interview with President Wilson went viral on the internet, hitting over 200 million views. The world was eagerly anticipating the production of the vaccines that would put an end to the deadly virus.Inside Hudson Pharmaceutical Company, all the workers were abuzz with news about Edward, all shocked at how a man who was once a janitor—insulted and thrown out of the company by bouncers—had now become a public figure the whole world was relying on to liberate the nation."Has Edward ever talked about having a cure for any virus before?""How was he able to find a cure this fast?""This still feels like a dream to me. Don't you think he might come for revenge on us?"These were the words flying around among the junior workers.Meanwhile, in the executive office of Hudson Company, Sandra Hudson stood in front of the television screen, her arms crossed against her chest, staring at the TV with surprise on her face as she watched th
At exactly 7 p.m., a long presidential convoy drove up and parked in front of Edward's house. Already dressed in an exquisite black suit and black Italian shoes, which he had purchased earlier, Edward stood in front of his mirror, checking himself out as he got ready to leave. He was tense, trying hard to calm the adrenaline rushing through his body. Having dinner with the president and his family was such a big deal. He prayed he wouldn't mess up."I can do this," he sighed heavily to calm down, saying it to his reflection in the mirror before stepping out of his house.Stepping outside, he could see a good number of presidential escorts dressed in black suits, eyes covered with dark shades, all standing at attention as they awaited him. Among the men was a beautiful blonde woman with long dark hair, standing next to a black Lamborghini, its color reflecting under the streetlights. She was dressed in a black suit and skirt, with dark shades covering her eyes, giving her a smart and p