Chapter 2: Forgive Me

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"What?" Georgia's eyes widened in shock. Her voice trembled as she inquired tentatively, "A-are you serious, Mr. Parkinson? Did I do something to upset you?" Marcus snorted coldly. "You didn't upset me. You upset someone even I wouldn't dare mess with!" Beep—beep—beep! The call was abruptly ended. "What just happened? Why is he suddenly blacklisting us? Who did I upset?" Georgia stared blankly at her phone screen, dumbfounded. Buzz! Georgia's phone rang again. This time, it was her secretary. A sense of dread twisted in her stomach as she answered with trembling fingers. "Ms. Hayes! Bad news!" Her secretary's panicked voice blared through the phone. "Our ten biggest partners just called to terminate their projects with us! They said we've ticked off a bigwig, and they want nothing to do with it. They're demanding compensation, or they'll sue!" Thud! Georgia's vision blurred, and her phone slipped from her hand. She had lost the Zenith Group's investments and nearly every major partnership in minutes. Worse yet, Prosperous Group was blacklisted across the industry and no one would ever do business with them again. Her billion-dollar company was suddenly on the brink of bankruptcy after its cash flow was cut off. Moreover, the company owed an enormous loan to the bank—an amount she could never repay. Her entire future was now buried under a mountain of debt. "Why? Why is this happening?" Georgia screamed, her face drained of all color. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. Keenan looked at her with a chilling smile. "I told you. I could take everything from you in an instant." Georgia's head snapped up, her gaze filled with shock as she remembered that moments ago, Keenan had called a "Mr. Parkson," ordering Prosperous Group's destruction. It was after that call that everything started falling apart. Her heart clenched as a terrifying realization dawned. Keenan had taken Prosperous Group down with just one phone call. "I gave you everything I have. I can take it back whenever I want." Keenan sneered, his face void of any sympathy. "Keenan, forgive me!" Georgia broke down. She crawled to Keenan's feet on all fours, pleading desperately, "Please, Keenan! I don't want a divorce anymore! Forgive me! I'll be good to you from now on!" Georgia clung to his leg and wept miserably, overcome with regret. Keenan, having seen through her true nature, looked at her indifferently. "I'll be a good wife to you, Keenan! Please don't leave me..." Keenan shook his head with a sardonic smile, then shoved her away and turned to leave. "Keenan! Keenan!" Georgia knelt outside the prison gates, watching him walk away as the weight of her ruin came crashing down. At that moment, she realized she had lost everything. Keenan passed through a few alleyways and reached the nearest roadside. A trace of emotion flickered across his face. His five-year sentence was over, and today marked the beginning of a new life. Suddenly, the mighty roar of engines came from the distance, and a line of luxury cars rolled into view. At the front was a silver Bugatti Veyron, followed by ten Rolls-Royces. The combined worth of the fleet easily surpassed a hundred million dollars. The cars pulled up beside Keenan. Doors opened in unison, and men in tailored suits stepped out to form two straight lines. They bowed deeply to him. An elderly man stepped out from the passenger side of the Bugatti Veyron. He had graying hair and an air of authority. It was Andy Sanderson, the wealthiest man in Seaview City. Behind him walked an elegant young woman in her twenties. She had fair skin, beautiful features, and a perfect figure. She was Andy's granddaughter, Valentina Sanderson. Andy hurried over to Keenan with a warm smile. His demeanor was free of the pride and aloofness one might expect from Seaview City's richest man. "Excuse me, are you perhaps Mr. Jauncy?" he asked. Keenan raised an eyebrow. "Yes. And you are?" Andy's face lit up with joy as he bowed respectfully. "I am Andy Sanderson. I suffer from a chronic condition, and I've come specifically to seek your help, Dr. Jauncy. I'm willing to offer ten million dollars." If anyone from Seaview City's business circle saw this, their jaws would've dropped. The city's richest man humbling himself before an ordinary-looking young man. It was unthinkable. Keenan glanced at Andy curiously and said, "You must be Andy Sanderson, who my mentor had once mentioned. I heard he owed you a favor." Andy frantically waved his hand. "No, no! I only helped Dr. Warren with something trivial, hardly worth a favor." He realized instantly who Keenan's mentor was—Warren, the wonder doctor of Helvetia. Keenan studied Andy and said, "Your condition. It's been with you for at least thirteen years, right?" Andy's eyes widened in astonishment. "You're incredible, Dr. Jauncy! Yes, it's been over a decade. Please, I beg you to help me!" Keenan nodded and said confidently, "You're not in immediate danger. Come see me tomorrow." Andy's eyes flashed with panic."Is ten million not enough? Name your price. I won't negotiate." Keenan shook his head. "It's not about the money. At two o'clock tomorrow afternoon, you'll start feeling intense nausea. Your ears and nose will bleed, and you'll probably pass out. That's your cue to see me. I'll be at the house on the east end of Central Village. If you're not there by seven, you won't last more than two days." With that, he walked off, not looking back once.

Chapter 2: Forgive Me

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