In the surgery room, Maxwell lay weakly on the bed, his face a picture of frailty.
As he saw Isaac enter the room, his mouth opened slightly, and he tried to reach out toward Isaac.
Isaac quickly stepped forward, firmly grasping Maxwell's hand.
A pained expression crossed Maxwell's face as he said with a choked voice, "Isaac, it's my fault. I let a punk swindle 600 billion dollars out of my hand..."
It was Arian's double-dealing and low tactics against Maxwell that had triggered his sudden heart attack.
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