Chapter 222
Chapter 222:
“To make the powder look and weigh exactly like my authentic formula, they used industrial-grade starch,” she explained, her chest heaving. “But the starch is contaminated — laced with lead and mercury. The levels are hundreds of times above the lethal limit p>
Crawford’s jaw clenched so hard a muscle ticked violently in his cheek.
“Cancer patients already have severely compromised renal and hepatic systems,” June continued, her voice rising with raw urgency. “If they ingest this concentration of heavy metals, their kidneys will shut down. They will go into acute organ failure and die within two weeks p>
At that moment, the heavy glass doors of the laboratory were shoved open.
Dr. Brogan Clements rushed in. His expensive wool overcoat was soaked through with rain and his hair was plastered to his forehead. He had driven straight to the lab the second Crawford’s security team alerted him to the emergency. One look at their faces told him everything he needed to know. He practically sprinted to the stainless-steel counter and stared down at the report in Crawford’s hand.
𝖮rg𝖺𝘯𝗂𝘻𝖾 𝗒ou𝘳 𝗅𝗶𝘣𝗋a𝗋y 𝗈𝘯 g𝘢l𝗇оvеlѕ.𝖼𝗼𝘮
He let out a sharp, horrified gasp.
“These absolute animals!” Brogan roared, slamming his fist down on the counter. The bang echoed through the lab. “They are using the Apex Bio name to commit mass murder p>
June ripped the latex gloves from her hands and threw them into the biohazard bin. She turned and swept her gaze over both men. The panic in her chest was swallowed instantly by a cold, calculating, and ruthless strategic clarity.
“We have to act immediately,” she said.
“I’ll call the FDA right now,” Brogan said, already reaching for his phone. “We need to issue a mandatory national recall and get the police to raid the distribution hubs p>
“No.” June’s voice cracked like a whip.
Brogan froze, his thumb hovering over the screen. He stared at her in shock.
June stepped forward, her eyes burning with fierce logic. “If you call the FDA and make this public, the cartel will know within minutes that we are onto them. They will burn their underground labs, destroy the evidence, and sever the Cayman Islands money trail before we can blink. We will never reach the people actually running this p>
She took a slow, measured breath.
“Furthermore,” she added, her voice dropping lower, “the moment a public warning goes out, Apex Bio’s stock will collapse. Legitimate hospitals will panic and pull our real drugs from their shelves. The patients who genuinely need our authentic medicine to survive will be cut off. We cannot allow that to happen p>
Crawford looked at her. A dark, profound wave of admiration moved through him. She understood the brutal reality of this war with a clarity that few people ever reached.
“She is exactly right,” he said, his voice a low, steady rumble. “Striking the grass to startle the snake is a fool’s move. We need to cut their throats in the dark p>
June walked to the glass-walled conference room adjoining the lab and picked up a black dry-erase marker. She wrote two phrases on the whiteboard in large, aggressive letters: APEX HOLDINGS LTD. and THE PATIENTS. Then she turned and faced both men. What she was about to propose was massive, highly illegal, and extraordinarily dangerous.