Chapter 959

Chapter 959:

“You’re not welcome here!” Marcus’s voice cut through the air from inside the ward, blunt and unyielding.

Evita narrowed her eyes, briefly recalling the humiliation she’d endured at the banquet. But she quickly refocused and stepped into the ward, her composure intact.

Her gaze settled briefly on Marcus’s pallid, sickly face. She spoke softly but deliberately.

“Mr. Vaughn, I can imagine your illness brings considerable discomfort during flare-ups. Unfortunately, I must inform you that my friend has received an offer and is considering leaving the country for some time…”

Marcus easily recognized the implicit threat in Evita’s words. He scoffed, quickly understanding that Evita’s previous rescue was nothing more than a strategic maneuver.

At this moment, Evita wasn’t concerned with Marcus’s opinion of her; her focus was entirely on achieving her desired outcome. Taking a seat, she laid out her terms clearly.

“Cancel your collaboration with Timeless Elegance, enter into an agreement with my company, and I will ensure my friend extends her assistance. You’ve seen her medical skills. Once your health is recovered, you’ll be able to form as many alliances as you see fit. Mr. Vaughn, the implications here are clear, aren’t they?”

Evita’s eyes darted between Marcus and his son. While Marcus remained stoically silent, his son appeared visibly anxious.

Given Marcus’s prolonged illness and daily suffering, compounded by a prognosis of only two months left to live, the opportunity for treatment seemed like a lifeline. With such a critical chance at hand, how could his father possibly refuse?

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The desperation in Marcus’s son’s eyes was palpable as he looked at his father, yet Marcus’s stance was unyielding.

“Miss Gordon, your past assistance is appreciated and considered repaid. However, as I have previously stated, your skills and character fall far below my standards.”

“Father!” his son exclaimed, frustrated by his father’s inflexibility. “Your health is what’s crucial now! Is that partnership really so important?”

He was perplexed by his father’s prioritization of principles over his own life, unwilling to let go of any possibility that might prolong it.

“Miss Gordon, rest assured, I’ll persuade my father to agree to your terms…”

“Lauren!” Marcus abruptly clutched his chest and sat up from his bed, grimacing in pain, cutting off his son’s hasty promise.

“I will not enter into an agreement with any company other than Timeless Elegance. If you respect me as your father, please show our guest the door!”

Evita’s eyebrow rose almost in amusement at Marcus’s firm refusal.

“Mr. Vaughn, is this really necessary? Consider your son’s view as a father. Is clinging to this partnership worth letting your son suffer through losing you?”

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