The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife

Chapter 402 Mr. Clark Is Dead

On the second day, Mr. Clark's entire body was convulsing violently by dusk. He could not stand it. He really could not stand it anymore.

"Tell me the recipe of the antidote!"

He could still hear Julian Shaw’s voice in the midst of his pain.

The pain lashed toward his body in waves akin to tidewater. Mr. Clark wished that he could just die countless times, yet he could not. Julian was monitoring him closely so that he did not even have a chance to commit suicide.

The boundless pain crept toward him without end. His mind was going blank slowly. Mr. Clark had wanted to endure until the end originally but found that he could not stand it anymore after being tormented in such a terrifying manner.

He nodded with all his might the next time Julian questioned him.

"So you're willing to talk now?" Elation swept through Julian's heart.

Mr. Clark nodded once again.

There was only one thing on his mind now. He wanted Julian to give him the antidote now or kill him.

"Alright, I shall give you a chance to speak." Julian looked at him. "You're a rather gifted and skillful doctor. You should know that biting your tongue off is not a good way to die. Doing it will only cause you more pain! Death will not come so easily."

Mr. Clark continued to nod.

He was well aware of this, of course. He had bitten his tongue previously only to resist. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

"Very well." Julian removed the cloth from Mr. Clark’s mouth. "Tell me, quick.”

Mr. Clark's body shivered as he described the antidote slowly.

Julian turned on the voice recorder on his phone and recorded the full version of Mr. Clark's description.

"That's all." A few minutes later, Mr. Clark was done describing it. Julian looked at him suspiciously. "I hope you're not lying to me!"

"That's all. Give me the antidote! Quick, give me the antidote!” Mr. Clark screamed out frantically.

Julian did not speak but he summoned the expert pathologists waiting for their turn at the door and played them the voice clip.

"I hope that you’re not lying. When the antidote is concocted, you’ll be the first to try it." Julian looked at Mr. Clark.

"Be quick! Order them to be quick!” screamed out Mr. Clark.

Julian could not help feeling slightly relieved upon seeing Mr. Clark's urgency, as it did not appear to be feigned.

Mr. Clark had disclosed everything, including the ingredients and ratio of the antidote.

The people from the research center started bustling about at once.

Two hours later, the antidote was passed to Julian.

"Inject it! Quick, quick, quick!" Mr. Clark looked at the item in Julian's hand eagerly.

Julian coincidentally also needed to test the effect of the medication on Mr. Clark so he administered the antidote right away.

Less than a minute after the antidote was injected, an unprecedented soothed expression appeared on Mr. Clark's face. The terrifying rash that had appeared during the virus flare-up had also faded swiftly.

"It's effective!"

Uncontrollable joy flashed past Julian's eyes.

Now that the virus had been eradicated, Mr. Clark took a few slow breaths.

"Very well, you didn’t lie." Julian narrowed his eyes.

"Of course I didn't lie." Mr. Clark looked at Julian. "I don't feel very well being tied up like this. Let me loose. I still have something to brief you on."

"What is it?" Julian looked at him.

"I remembered a few spies that I have in America. Let me loose and I shall tell you their names." Mr. Clark's eyes were filled with yearning and thirst.

He found being tied up for two days truly uncomfortable.

Julian looked at him calmly. Now that he had already gotten the antidote, there was no need to tie up Mr. Clark anymore.

"You better brief me quickly," said Julian coldly while he let loose Mr. Clark.

Mr. Clark got up and stretched his limbs. Then, he suddenly cracked a smile at Julian. "I’ve already briefed you on all the spies."

"What do you mean?” Julian’s expression turned cold a t once.

"However, it’s true that I have something to tell you." A magnificent beam that had never been seen before appeared on Mr. Clark's face for a moment.

Julian's heart raced for a second when he saw this smile, and an ominous presentiment filled his heart all of a sudden.

"I wanted to tell you that... the full version of the antidote doesn't exist at all." The corners of Mr. Clark's lips curled into a ghastly smile. "I’ve just given you the simplified version of the antidote. Although the simplified version is capable of suppressing the virus' flare-up, it’s incapable of remaining effective for a prolonged period of time! A patient will need to consume it once every three months during the first three years to suppress the flare-up. They will need to consume it once a month during the fourth year to suppress it. During the fifth year, the patient will need to consume it once every week. After five years..."

"What's going to happen after five years?" Julian could feel his heart trembling in fear.

Mr. Clark beamed brighter. "Is five years of life still not enough? Nothing but doom awaits one after five years, of course."

As he was speaking, he laughed hysterically. "Hah hah hah hah... Julian, you've spent so much effort only to buy five more years for Susan. You will be living in fear of losing her for the next five years. This i s your retribution. This is precisely the retribution you and the Wrights deserve."

"Hah hah hah hah hah." The longer Mr. Clark laughed, the more hysterical and ferocious he became.

A raging fire was burning in Julian's eyes. He grabbed Mr. Clark's throat and shoved him against the wall." Tell me, what is the recipe for the full version of the antidote?"

Mr. Clark grabbed on to Julian's hand and said with difficulty, "The Errol Virus is my most perfect piece of work. Do you know why I say that it’s perfect?"

Julian did not speak.

Elation flashed past Mr. Clark's eyes involuntarily. "It i s perfect because no one can eradicate it for all eternity! I created it, yet even I can't eradicate it. The people that are infected by the virus will end up dead sooner or later. That is real perfection."

'It is perfect because no one can eradicate it for all eternity?’

Julian felt as if his chest had been smashed by a huge hammer abruptly. He took a step back subconsciously and the grip he had around Mr. Clark's throat loosened involuntarily.

Mr. Clark seized this opportunity to charge toward the table right away.

Julian reacted to the situation, wanting to stop Mr. Clark.

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

Mr. Clark's head slammed into the corner of the table heavily. Then, he fell to the ground limply.

Julian dashed forward and turned over Mr. Clark at once.

He used his hand to feel for Mr. Clark's breath, only to find that he had already stopped breathing!

Mr. Clark was dead?

How could he die now?

He had yet to hand over the full version of the antidote!

"Julian, what kind of noise was that? Is the antidote recipe he gave you real?" George Wright had been guarding the door all this time. Upon hearing the noise, he had automatically charged into the room. Then, he saw Mr. Clark, whose head was covered in blood.

George stood in the same spot, dumbstruck with bewilderment.

Mr. Clark... had died just like that?

An ineffable feeling welled in his heart.

He had regarded this man as a family member for the past 25 years, yet it had turned out that all the schemes plotted against the Wrights over the years had been orchestrated by this old man. No ordinary person could understand the rage and agony he had felt upon learning that a family member had plotted against him.