When I was hemorrhaging in the ICU, Wallace was in my exclusive hospital room with his first love Aurora, having sex. I posted the photos the nurse took of the lingerie scattered all over the floor and used condoms in the patient group chat. "Mr. Wallace, please have your first love clean up the filth on the floor." But unexpectedly, Wallace called me. Aurora's moans came through the phone: "Wallace... don't bite there... let's go to the bathroom." In the background was Wallace's indulgent whisper: "She's dying anyway, what's there to be afraid of?" Aurora continued showing off to me over the phone: "Wallace said that after you die, I'll be his wife." They thought I was just a nobody orphan with no background, kept alive by the Wallace family. I pulled out the IV from my hand and pressed the red call button by the bed. "Revoke all exclusive authorizations for Number One from Wallace Group Pharmaceuticals." The cold liquid stopped flowing into my veins. The call button by the bed emitted a piercing sound. The door opened. It wasn't a nurse who entered, but a man in a black suit with a solemn expression. "Miss Prescott." He bowed slightly. It was my most capable assistant, Reece. "Execute Plan B." My voice was weak from blood loss, but every word was crystal clear. "Immediately. Right now." Reece nodded without a moment's hesitation. He took out his phone and dialed a number. "It's me, Reece. Activate highest authority. Terminate all exclusive cooperation authorizations for the 'Number One' project with Wallace Group Pharmaceuticals immediately." "Yes, all of them." There seemed to be some hesitation on the other end. Reece's tone was absolute. "This is Miss Prescott's final decision." After hanging up, he looked at me with a trace of concern in his eyes. "The Chairman..." "I am the Chairman." I closed my eyes. Exhaustion washed over me like a tide. My phone vibrated wildly on the nightstand by the bed. It was Wallace. I didn't answer. Soon, a text message popped up. "Prescott, what tricks are you playing now? Don't think you can get my attention this way." "Let me tell you, it won't work. Behave yourself and wait for me to come back." I looked at those lines and laughed. The laughter tugged at my abdominal wound. A sharp pain shot through me. The nurse, Martha, rushed in. Seeing the needle mark on my hand bleeding, she turned pale with fright. "Miss Prescott! Why did you pull out the IV yourself! This is too dangerous!" She fumbled to apply pressure to stop the bleeding. "Martha, thank you for the photos." She froze, then lowered her head. "I... I just couldn't stand it..." "You did very well." I had her hand me my phone. I opened the patient group chat. Aurora was still jumping around causing trouble. She posted a selfie. The background was my exclusive hospital room. She was wearing Wallace's white shirt, with glaring red marks on her collarbone. "Oh my, some people's hospital rooms are just so big, like a presidential suite. It's really comfortable living here." "What a shame, the person's almost done for. What a waste." I typed expressionlessly. "Miss Aurora, what do you think? Will Wallace Group Pharmaceuticals' stock price hit the limit down tomorrow?" Aurora replied instantly. "You psycho, are you cursing the Wallace family to go bankrupt? Wallace won't let you get away with this!" I ignored her. Less than ten minutes later, the hospital room door was violently slammed open. Wallace and Aurora barged in one after the other. Wallace's face was full of rage, like an enraged lion. "Prescott! What the fuck did you say to Reece!" He rushed to my bedside and grabbed my wrist. "Who the hell do you think you are? A dying orphan, and you actually think you're somebody?" Aurora clung to his arm, looking at me triumphantly. "Prescott, stop making trouble. Wallace's family gave you this life. How can you repay kindness with ingratitude?" "Hurry up and apologize to Wallace. Help him calm down." I looked at them and found it utterly ridiculous. My life was given by the Wallace family? "Wallace, didn't your company's legal department notify you?" "The ownership of 'Number One' was never with Wallace Group." Wallace's expression changed instantly. The rage in his eyes faded, replaced by suspicion and uncertainty as he looked at me. "What do you mean?" Reece walked in from outside at just the right moment, holding a document in his hand. He handed the document to Wallace, his voice cold as ice. "Mr. Wallace, this is a copy of the authorization termination agreement." "From now on, Wallace Group Pharmaceuticals has no right to produce or sell any products related to 'Number One.'" "In addition, given that Wallace Group breached the contract first, we will seek compensation of fifty percent of the profits from the past three years." Wallace snatched the document and flipped through it quickly. His hands began to tremble. His face turned from red to white, then from white to blue. "Impossible... this is absolutely impossible!" "The patent holder is clearly an overseas company. How could you possibly..." He suddenly looked up at me, his eyes full of disbelief. Aurora panicked too. She shook Wallace's arm. "Wallace, she's bluffing, right? How could an orphan like her have this much power?" I gently pulled my hand free from Wallace's grasp. "Forgot to tell you. That overseas company is mine."
Wallace looked as if all his strength had been drained. He staggered back a step. He stared at me intently, as if seeing me for the first time. "You... you've been lying to me all along?" I curved my lips slightly, finding this question incredibly stupid. "You're just dumb." "You assumed I was that little dog from the orphanage you picked up, who could only wag her tail and beg from you." Aurora shrieked. "You bitch! You schemed against our Wallace!" She lunged at me with teeth and claws bared. Reece stepped forward and blocked me like a wall. "Miss Aurora, please show some self-respect." Wallace grabbed Aurora. His voice was hoarse. "Prescott, let's talk." "I have nothing to talk about with you." I lay back down and pulled the blanket over myself. "Reece, show them out." "Prescott!" Wallace shouted unwillingly. "Do you have to be this ruthless? Three years of feelings, you don't care about them at all?" Feelings? I almost laughed out loud. Was it the feelings he had while messing around with his first love in my hospital room when I was in critical surgery? Or the feelings when he said "she's dying anyway, so what if she sees"? "Wallace, are you worthy of talking about feelings?" I threw off the blanket, sat up, and looked directly into his eyes. "Get out." "Or I'll have security throw you out." Wallace's fists clenched so hard they crackled. Aurora behind him was still fanning the flames. "Wallace, don't beg her! She's just an ungrateful bitch! Let's go! Let's see how she survives without the Wallace family!" Wallace's rationality seemed to be ignited by this sentence. He took a deep breath, his eyes turning vicious again. "Fine, Prescott, very good." "You think pulling one drug can bring down the Wallace family?" "Let me tell you, you're digging your own grave!" He dragged the still-cursing Aurora out and slammed the door. The world was finally quiet. Reece poured me a glass of warm water. "Miss, the Wallace Group won't let this go easily." "I know." I took a sip of water to moisten my dry throat. "Let them make a fuss. The bigger the better." The Wallace family's foundation was Wallace Group Pharmaceuticals. And Wallace Group Pharmaceuticals' glory over the past three years was almost entirely due to "Number One," this miracle drug. "Number One" was my life's work. It was the result I achieved through countless days and nights of using my own body for clinical trials. It could effectively suppress organ failure caused by a rare genetic defect in my body, and could also treat various cardiovascular terminal illnesses on the market. Back then, when my condition flared up and I was on the verge of death, it was Wallace's father, Thompson, who found me. He promised to give me the best medical resources and let me recover in peace. The condition was that I had to grant exclusive production and sales rights for "Number One" to Wallace Group Pharmaceuticals. I agreed. Because at that time, I really did need a stable environment. And also because Wallace's meticulous care for me made me have illusions. I thought I had found someone I could entrust my life to. I thought the love he spoke of was real. Looking back now, from beginning to end, it was all an elaborate scam. What they valued was never me as a person, but "Number One" in my hands. They kept me confined in this top-tier exclusive hospital room, claiming it was care when it was actually surveillance. Making me think I couldn't survive without them. How ridiculous. My phone rang again. This time it was Thompson. I answered. An steady voice tinged with anger came through. "Miss Prescott, Wallace is young and doesn't understand. Why bother arguing with him?" "For the sake of us taking care of you for three years, making this big won't benefit anyone." My tone was flat. "Mr. Thompson, I'm just taking back what belongs to me." "As for the debt of care, the profits 'Number One' has brought to Wallace Group over these years should have repaid it long ago, right?" Thompson was silent for a moment. "Prescott, what exactly do you want?" "Very simple." "Wallace, with that woman, come before me and kneel to apologize." "Otherwise, I'll see you in court." With that, I hung up directly. I knew Thompson wouldn't agree. Wallace was his proudest son, the heir to Wallace Group. How could he possibly let his son kneel before me, this "orphan"? I just wanted them to recognize a fact. That the current me had the qualification to make them kneel.
The next day, Wallace Group Pharmaceuticals' stock price hit the limit down as soon as the market opened. The news that "Wallace Group's core drug patent authorization was terminated" spread like a virus throughout the entire financial circle. Media calls nearly blew up Reece's phone. I lay peacefully in my hospital bed, looking at the news on the tablet Reece handed me. Each headline was more sensational than the last. 《Business Empire Collapses Overnight? Wallace Group Pharmaceuticals Suffers Fatal Blow!》 《Who Is the Mysterious Patent Holder? Wallace Family Heir May Be Biggest Loser!》 I even saw photos of Aurora surrounded by reporters at the hospital entrance, her face ashen. So satisfying. At noon, Reece brought lunch. It was my favorite dishes, light and delicate. "Miss, the hospital has been taken care of." "From today on, your security level will be raised to the highest. No one can approach this room without permission." I nodded. "Any movement from the Wallace family?" "Thompson called an emergency board meeting to try to stabilize the stock price, but with little effect." "Wallace... he seems to have been grounded by Thompson." I scooped up a spoonful of porridge and drank it slowly. "He won't stay quiet." Given Wallace's personality, he would never sit still. Sure enough, that afternoon, there was a commotion outside my hospital room. It was Aurora. She was blocked outside by two tall security guards, crying and shouting hysterically. "Prescott! You vicious woman! Come out!" "You've harmed Wallace so badly, what are your intentions!" "You think you've won? Let me tell you, Wallace said even if he dies, he won't be with a malicious woman like you!" I pressed the intercom by my bed. My voice came through the speaker outside the door. "Miss Aurora, this is a hospital. Please keep quiet." "Otherwise, I'll call the police for harassing a patient." Aurora's crying stopped for a moment, then became even shriller. "Call the police? Fine! Go ahead! Let everyone see your true colors!" "You ungrateful thing! Without the Wallace family, you'd be dead already!" I turned off the intercom, not wanting to hear her noise anymore. Reece frowned. "Do you need me to drive her away?" "No need." I shook my head. "Let her make a scene. The more vicious she is, the more the Wallace family loses face." I wanted everyone to see that the future mistress of the Wallace family was such a vulgar shrew. Aurora made a scene outside for nearly an hour until her voice went hoarse, then she was forcibly dragged away by security. The world returned to peace. But this peace didn't last long. That evening, Thompson came in person. He looked even older than his voice sounded on the phone, his temples already graying. He carried a fruit basket, with a tired smile on his face. "Miss Prescott, about what happened during the day, that was my failure to discipline properly. I embarrassed you." I said nothing, just looked at him. "I've had Wallace reflect at home. When he comes to his senses, I'll definitely have him come apologize to you personally." He placed the fruit basket on the table, his posture very humble. "Miss Prescott, we've cooperated for three years, very happily." "'Number One' is your life's work and Wallace Group's future. Neither of us can do without the other." "What do you say, can we sit down and renegotiate the terms of cooperation?" I finally spoke. "My terms were stated yesterday." The smile on Thompson's face froze. "Prescott, leave some room for maneuver. It'll be easier to meet again in the future." "You're still young. The road ahead is long. There's no need to be so ruthless." "Are you threatening me, Mr. Thompson?" I met his gaze without flinching. "The thing I fear least is threats." Thompson's expression completely darkened. "You really think the Wallace family is made of clay?" "Without 'Number One', Wallace Group will indeed be severely damaged, but it won't collapse." "And you, Prescott, believe it or not, I have a hundred ways to make sure you never leave this hospital." The air in the room instantly dropped to freezing point. Reece unconsciously moved a step closer to me. But I smiled. "Mr. Thompson, you're welcome to try." "Let's see if you can make me unable to leave this hospital first, or if I can get your Wallace Group delisted from the stock exchange first." Thompson's pupils constricted sharply. He probably didn't expect me to dare speak to him this way. We faced off for a long time. Finally, he took a deep breath and turned to leave. "You'll regret this." He left that sentence behind and walked away without looking back. I knew the real war had only just begun.
Thompson's methods were more direct and more despicable than I had imagined. Early the next morning, my attending physician came to talk to me. He looked troubled, his words evasive. "Miss Prescott, regarding your condition... we may need to conduct a comprehensive reassessment." "As you know, your genetic defect is very rare. Our hospital's current medical capabilities may be... somewhat inadequate." I looked at him without saying a word. This Dr. Brown had been in charge of my treatment for three years. He was a skilled physician with good medical ethics. I knew that every word he was saying now was not his true intention. "So?" I asked. "So... we recommend you transfer to a specialized research institution abroad for treatment." "Of course, this is just a suggestion. The final decision is still yours." He didn't dare look me in the eye. After speaking, he left hurriedly. Reece's expression was very ugly. "Miss Prescott, this is Thompson working behind the scenes." "He wants to cut off your treatment and force you to submit." I sneered. "He thinks my life is still in his hands." "How naive." I picked up my phone and dialed a number. The call was answered quickly. An elderly but gentle voice came through. "Prescott, what made you think to call me?" "Professor Pierre, I'd like to ask you for a favor." Professor Pierre on the other end was a giant in the domestic genetics field and also my mentor. Back then, when I entered his program with my ailing body, he was the one who, against all opposition, gave me the opportunity to continue my research. The development of "Number One" was inseparable from his guidance and help. I briefly explained the current situation. After hearing it, Professor Pierre was furious. "Outrageous! Thompson is treating human life with contempt!" "Prescott, don't worry. I'll handle this!" "I'll contact the leadership at the Health Department immediately. I'd like to see who dares to touch my student!" After hanging up, a weight lifted from my heart. With Professor Pierre stepping in, it would be basically impossible for Thompson to pressure me through the medical system. But things didn't end there. That afternoon, a large amount of dirt about me suddenly exploded online. It said I had a chaotic private life, that I rose to power through improper relationships, and stole core secrets from Wallace Group Pharmaceuticals. It also said I was ungrateful, that after Wallace, the Wallace family heir, gave everything for me, I ruthlessly abandoned him. The posts attached many so-called "evidence." There were photos of me entering and leaving high-end clubs, "intimate photos" of me with different men. There was even a forged medical report saying I had a terminal illness and didn't have long to live, which is why my temperament changed drastically and I was taking revenge on society. These posts were reposted by countless netizens, instantly igniting public opinion. My name, for the first time, topped the trending searches in such a disgraceful way. The comments section was full of abuse and curses directed at me. "So she's a scheming bitch. And I actually felt sorry for her." "Wallace is so pitiful. He really met the wrong person." "This kind of woman should go to hell!" Aurora also jumped out and posted a suggestive tweet. "Good and evil will be rewarded. Heaven's way is cyclical. If you don't believe, look up. Who has heaven spared?" She portrayed herself as a victim who was wronged by a mistress but remained tolerant and kind, gaining massive sympathy. Her fans flooded my Twitter and turned the comments section into a trash dump. Reece was so angry his face turned iron blue. "Miss, this must be the Wallace family! So shameless!" "I'll contact the PR team immediately to handle it." "No need." I stopped him. "Let them curse. The uglier the better." "The Wallace family is desperate now. The more they do this, the more it proves they're out of options." I looked at those vicious comments with complete inner calm. Over these years, the life-and-death trials I'd experienced were far more brutal than these rumors. They couldn't hurt me. I was just waiting for an opportunity. An opportunity to ensure the Wallace family would never rise again.
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