Chapter: 209
“Whether he’s qualified or not, it’s not up to you to decide, but me!” Natasha growled with authority.
“Everything you own now was given to you by the family, so if you insist on getting in the way of the family’s interests, you’re not allowed to blame me if I report you to the board when the time comes!” Quentin threatened.
“Do whatever you want,” Natasha spat. She wasn’t afraid of him in the slightest.
“Wait!” Jessica suddenly spoke up.
“Eternumax’s research document leak isn’t a trivial matter, so the next chief physician must be capable enough to mitigate this. I feel Dustin’s still too young for this, so that would make Mr. Wangley the most suitable candidate, no?” She refused to let a naive child like himself hold such a key position in Harmon Pharmaceuticals.
“Dustin’s medical skills are superb, so I doubt if he’d lose to some dusty old man,” Natasha justified confidently.
“Fine, since you keep insisting that he has great medical skills, then I propose that he beat Mr. Wangley in a medical showdown. Then, we shall see who’s the best among them,” Quentin suggested, stoking the flames.
Natasha couldn’t help but furrow her brows as he finished his sentence. Suddenly, she realized that she might have fallen into his trap.
“How are we supposed to compete then?” Dustin suddenly spoke up.
Although he wasn’t too interested in becoming chief, Quentin’s arrogance had rubbed him the wrong way, so he decided to roll along with his plan just to prove him wrong.
“Competing between medical prowess is just too boring, don’t you think, younguns? Why don’t we play with poison instead?” Mr. Wangley changed the topic out of the blue.
“Sure, how do you plan to do that?” Dustin remained poker faced.
“Hehe… It’s simple actually. Each of us will concoct a bottle of poison on the spot and exchange it with one another to ingest. Whoever manages to come up with an antidote to save themselves first will be declared the winner. Sound good?” Mr. Wangley proposed.
“Wait a minute! But what if you can’t cure yourself from the poison?” Ruth quickly asked.
“Well, if you fail, then I guess you can either get lucky and survive being a cripple or die a violent death instead!” Mr. Wangley guffawed, his eyes gleamed with excitement as he said that.
“No way! Who the hell goes so far for a duel? What if something goes wrong?” Ruth exclaimed in shock.
One wrong step, and one could easily get killed!
“Since we’re going to compete with one another anyways, why don’t we raise the stakes a little? So, up for the challenge, young man?” Mr. Wangley nudged amusedly.
“Don’t fall for his tricks, Dustin! He’s obviously doing this just to back you into a corner,” Natasha warned in a low whisper.
She now suspected that Mr. Wangley wasn’t a physician at all but a master of poison!
Unlike physicians, who cure diseases and save lives, polson masters do research on the complete opposite spectrum of medicine.
For them, they specialized in witchcraft, voodoo, and poison. They had ruthless tactics and strange tricks up their sleeves.
If they settled on a competition to battle out their medical skills, then Dustin would stand a pretty good chance of winning.
But if they opted to go with a poison–concocting competition with a master of poison instead, then it was like they were begging to be killed!
“I’m giving you one more chance to back out of this, Mr. Boy Toy. If you admit defeat now, you’ll be giving up your title of chief physician and I’ll still need you to bow down and apologize to Tilda Snider’s ashes!” Quentin spat.