In a shadowed corner, Lauren's palms were slick with sweat. She stared at the stage, her heart pounding in her chest.
On stage, Mr. Brennan paused, his gaze falling on his granddaughter with a rare, gentle smile gracing his stern features.
"Therefore, today, I have decided that the position of heir..."
He never finished the sentence.
Before the shocked eyes of his guests, he suddenly clutched his chest. His face turned a deep red, and a strange, choked sound escaped his throat. He looked as if he couldn't breathe, and then he collapsed.
"Ah!"
A scream pierced the air from a guest standing near the stage. People surged forward, trying to help.
"Grandfather!" Anastasia and the other Brennans cried out, their faces paling as they rushed toward the stage.
"Someone call an ambulance!"
In the crowd, Lauren let out a shaky breath, a triumphant, almost manic smile spreading across her face. *So, you want to change the heir? Steal what's mine? We'll see about that.*
Chaos erupted on the stage. As a family of doctors, the Brennans, with Anastasia at the forefront, were about to administer first aid. But someone else pushed through the crowd, getting there first.
It was Otto Evert, the vice president of the Global Harmony Medical Institute.
He quickly performed emergency procedures, stabilizing the old man's condition. Then, he took his pulse, and his expression turned grim.


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