Beneath the scarf, Garrett's expression darkened. If the royal physician really removed his scarf for an examination, there was a good chance he wouldn't leave the palace alive.
"Your Majesty, I must confess, I was born with an unsightly appearance. These symptoms will pass in a few days, there's no need to trouble the physician," Garrett replied through gritted teeth, failing to notice the smile on Gadel's face behind the imperial crown.
"In that case, I won't press the matter. Now, which industry do you gentlemen plan to invest in?" Gadel smoothly shifted the conversation back to business, much to the relief of the financial titans gathered below.
"Since our meeting is concluded, you may all return. I'm feeling a bit tired," Gadel waved them off, eager to see what these men would do next.
"We take our leave..."
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