C6 The Most Powerful Husband

Cornell and his associates were unceremoniously ejected from the Silver Club by the security guards.

The four men hit the concrete, writhing in pain and howling in shock, "What's happening? Why cancel our memberships over someone like Fischer?!"

Once Cornell's nosebleed stopped, the bewildered investors exchanged looks of confusion.

One of the businessmen lamented, "If word gets out that I've been stripped of my membership, I'll be disgraced. I fear no one will dare do business with me again..."

Cornell, equally anxious, speculated, "Perhaps one of us has previously crossed Director Burns. We need to carefully uncover the reason for this, but for now, let's make a swift exit to avoid further upsetting him..."

The others nodded in agreement, unaware that Cornell himself was the cause of their membership loss. Dejected, they left, unable to fathom that their downfall was due to offending Fischer, someone they never took seriously.

"..."

Fischer returned home and tenderly settled Rosailla into her bedroom. Once he was sure she was alright, he retreated to the study to sleep.

At midnight, Rosailla awoke as the drug's effects subsided. With a throbbing headache, she slowly pieced together the night's events.

She realized with horror that she'd been drugged. Thankfully, Fischer had arrived just in time to avert disaster.

Rosailla sighed softly, sitting up with the intention to check on Fischer, but after a moment's hesitation, she reclined once more.

Rosailla realized she was cornered, with Cornell harboring ill intentions and exploiting her company's crisis. Aggressive competitors and looming bank debts only added to her predicament, leaving her encircled by predators with no clear escape.

Despite her newfound understanding of Fischer's true intentions, all she could do was inwardly sigh and shed silent tears. She needed to devise a way to save her company from collapse.

Tomorrow, she would have to continue her charade with Cornell, treading carefully while feigning ignorance of the previous night's events. Deep down, she held onto the slim hope that this scoundrel might be her last chance for help.

Rosailla had always been aware of Cornell's lustful gaze upon her. Yet, she never anticipated he would stoop to the vile act of drugging her. Overwhelmed by a whirlwind of thoughts, she eventually succumbed to a heavy sleep.

...

Fischer, too, struggled to find rest that night. The surreal events that unfolded seemed too fantastical to be his reality, yet they replayed vividly before his eyes.

Compelled by curiosity, he revisited the email from Eliasz, which listed over ten thousand companies. To his astonishment, many were renowned, their reputations echoing far and wide.

My God!

Upon closer examination, Fischer discovered that the Myers Group was a colossal force, a hidden titan behind global corporations, wielding influence from the shadows.

Among the names, one struck a familiar chord: the International Biological Research Laboratory, USA. A leading force in the scientific community, the lab boasted Nobel laureates and groundbreaking patents that resonated across various fields.

Their medicines were not just globally acclaimed targeted specific drugs; they also developed cutting-edge biological agents, the finest for whitening and anti-aging treatments worldwide.

Fischer vividly recalled the recent frenzy when every cosmetics company across the globe was desperately vying for a certain patent. Securing it meant dominating the beauty industry.

He was part of Favor Group, one of China's largest domestic cosmetics firms. Yet, even they could only fantasize about such an elite patent, outmatched by the world's leading brands.

Rosailla's beauty company stood even less of a chance. With its limited capabilities, even if they landed the patent, their production facilities, processes, and qualifications would fall short.

Imagine his shock upon discovering that the revered biological laboratory, idolized by the entire cosmetics world, was owned by Myers Group—essentially, it was his.

An idea sparked in Fischer's mind. Why not acquire the patent himself and propose a collaboration with Favor Group? They'd leap at the chance for such a coveted asset.

He envisioned himself spearheading the project and bringing Rosailla's company on board as a partner. It would be a game-changer for them.

Without hesitation, Fischer reached out to the International Biological Research Laboratory.

"I'm Fischer. I need the Whitening and Anti-Aging Factor patent transferred to my name immediately," he messaged.

The response was swift: "Young master, the patent will be in your name within a minute."

Shortly after, a notification from the International Patent Administration Agency confirmed it. The Stanford Biomedical Laboratory had transferred the patent to him. He was now its sole proprietor.

Excitement coursed through him. This project promised to be a blockbuster, potentially raking in billions annually.

And with this move, Rosailla's Pleasant Beauty Company was set to soar, making a monumental leap in the industry.

The International Biological Research Laboratory has a wealth of patents, many of which are perfectly suited for cosmetic applications. Once Rosailla has built up enough clout in the industry, Fischer plans to transfer even more patents to her, empowering her to create her own line of products!

With this strategy, Rosailla's Pleasant Beauty Company could very well become the nation's leading beauty brand!

In Rosailla's view, Fischer has always been the husband who couldn't stand tall and support her.

But she could never have imagined that he is the rightful heir to the Myers Group!

What's more, he owns a multitude of businesses across various sectors and holds numerous high-tech patents that could significantly benefit her!

Rosailla, from this day forward, I refuse to be the useless husband living in your shadow!

Starting today, I'm going to show you that you're married to the most incredible man in the world!