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    A few individuals even pped spontaneously, setting off a chain reaction of apuse and agreement from the rest of the crowd.


    Ultimately, the members of the Sun Group were there for one primary reason: to make money. They had no desire to get involved in gangs or schemes; they simply wanted to follow a leader who could guide them toward financial sess.


    Given the miraculous recovery Orrin had experienced from his serious illness, why not continue to support him, stand by his side, and profit together under his leadership?


    Meanwhile, Hank and Carl’s expressions quickly soured, turning grim. After spending so long meticulously crafting their n, could it all unravel at the very first hurdle?<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    This realization was deeply unsettling. It felt as if they had trained for decades in martial arts, believing themselves unbeatable, only to find themselves utterly vanquished in one swift move by the martial arts leader.


    The impact on both of them was immense.


    Hank, however, was still unwilling to concede defeat. He dered firmly, “Big brother! You can’t convince everyone here that advanced pancreatic cancer has been cured. Do you think we’re all just children? Didn’t Steve Jobs of Apple also sumb to his illness? You im you’re healed, but who believes that? If it turns out you’re deceiving everyone, the investors will lose all confidence, and our stock price will plummet!”


    Orrin remained calm and unfazed. He turned to Hank with a smile and asked, “Second, do I look like someone who’s still ill?”


    Hank resorted to mockery, saying, “What does it matter what I see? My eyes aren’t CT machines. I can’t tell where the tumors might be. Maybe you’re just putting on a show.”


    With a cold snort, Orrin suddenly raised his hand and struck Hank, who was seated to his left.


    The sound echoed sharply throughout the conference room, reverberating off the walls.


    The force of the p left Hank momentarily dazed, causing him to lean back uncontrobly. His chair tipped over with a loud crash.


    Carl, seated next to him, rushed to help him up.


    As Hank regained his footing, clutching his head, he shouted in anger, “Big brother, what was that for? You’re the chairman! Are you really going to hit someone during a board meeting? Aren’t you afraid of being ridiculed?”


    Orrin replied with a slight grin, “Second, you wanted to know if I’m truly recovered, right? That p just now—how did it feel? Does it seem like it came from someone who’s sick?”


    “You…” Hank was taken aback, unable to respond to Orrin’s taunt. His frustration boiled over, but he was powerless to retaliate. He could only grit his teeth and insist, “Big brother, this isn’t helping. If you want to reassure me and the investors, you need to publish yourtest medical examination report from a reputable institution.”


    Orrin smirked and replied, “So you’re saying I should wait until I’m dead to believe it, right? After this board meeting, I’ll call the reporters waiting outside and hold a press conference. Following that, I’ll go to Fairview Hospital for a full examination. The CT scan resultse out quickly, and if all goes well, I can announce them this afternoon.”<h3 ss="has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>