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Chapter 1067
Albert frowned, "It looks like Clayton isn't lying."
Florian, visibly worried, said, "If he was just a lone vigilante, I'd be fine with it. My concern is the unknown forces backing Clayton!"
"No worries. Now that his daughter is out of the picture, no one can help him. We've confirmed Elysia isn't his daughter, so there won't be any surprises at the shareholders' meeting. We can breathe easy; everything is under control."
"Alright, I'll give them a call to ease their minds."
The events of yesterday had caused a stir. Those openly against Clayton had all faced setbacks!
The sudden appearance of Tarquin and Elysia had started to worry them, concerned their plans might be derailed.
That's why Albert and Florian were tasked with fishing for information.
Clayton was oblivious to the fact that Albert and Florian had already turned against him, seeking him out only to extract information.
After leaving the Watson family's mansion, he tried calling Carl again, to no avail.
Frustrated yet helpless, Clayton decided to drive to the hospital to confront the shareholders in person.
Soon, those plotting against Clayton received messages from Albert and Florian.noveldrama
Relieved that the shareholders' meeting would go smoothly, they set their worries aside.
They continued with their original plan, preparing for Clayton's eventual downfall.
Their goal was not just to seize control of Hawkins Sea-freight; they also planned to eliminate Clayton to prevent any future threats.
To achieve this, they had devised a detailed plan to isolate him completely, making it easier to strike.
Half an hour later, Clayton arrived at Oceanopolis's most prestigious private hospital.
His adversaries were all there.
As he entered the hospital lobby, he spotted Carl.
Clayton's brow furrowed, just about to confront him about his mother's whereabouts, when Carl suddenly lunged at him, landing a punch. Clayton, dazed, exclaimed, "What the hell?!"
Carl, eyes red with rage, retorted,
"It's all your fault, you're the reason Mom's in this mess! If it weren't for you, she'd be fine. I swear, Clayton, if anything happens to her, I'll make you pay!"
Clayton, taken aback, wondered since when Carl had cared so much about their mother.
Looking around, Clayton frowned. Was Carl trying to play the dutiful son?
Fuming, Clayton shot back,
"Mom's missing, and you're here putting on a show, you jerk!"
"You're the jerk, and not just any jerk, you're a curse! A jinx! It's a good thing I've kept my distance, or I'd be in trouble too!
Your daughter's gone, your wife's lost her mind, now Mom's missing because of you, and your friends have all had mishaps! Tell me, if you're not a jinx, what are you?
I've even consulted a fortune teller, and they confirmed it. You're cursed, and anyone who interacts with you ends up in trouble!"
"You..." Clayton, overcome with anger, landed a punch on Carl.
Carl fought back, and the brothers ended up scuffling on the floor.
The hospital lobby, usually bustling with the elite and affluent, quickly gathered a crowd.
Given that this hospital catered to society's upper crust, many recognized the feuding brothers.
Business folks, often superstitious, listened to Carl's accusations and started looking at Clayton differently.
In the past, Clayton's high status would have guaranteed intervention on his behalf, condemning Carl while siding with Clayton. But today, no one stepped forward to support Clayton.