In a noble garden in England, this was the fiefdom of the Boleyn family. Britain is home to a vast number of aristocrats, possessing both wealth and knowledge. High-end intellectual wealth has always been held by the nobility. As for the common people? It's better for them to accept their rule.
James rushed to the garden and found his father. "Dad, Huang Meng from the mainland just called and said someone there has developed a drug that can cure leukemia. We need to prepare quickly."
Tukha was sipping tea, a newspaper in his hand. He didn't look like the chairman of a listed company. "Has it been announced yet?"
"No, it'll take at least a month to six months. It's from Zhao An, a rising star in the mainland. He started from scratch, without any support, and now has a fortune exceeding 10 billion in just six months." James recounted all the information Zhao An had gathered and handed it over.
After reviewing Zhao An's information, he felt a sense of unease. If Huang Meng was right, then Zhao An had definitely threatened him. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. If leukemia could truly be cured, it would undoubtedly destroy a large number of drug manufacturers and dismantle the entire chain of profit they had built.
Tukha glanced at it, noticed something amiss, and continued reading. His aristocratic composure was fully on display, without a trace of panic, simply calmly examining the information.
James stood quietly and respectfully by his side.
Ten minutes later, Tukha spoke, "Have someone from the mainland investigate and verify the authenticity of this matter. If he truly has such an invention, there must be clues. Find them, prepare the public relations documents, and sue him directly for plagiarism and patent theft!"
This move was incredibly damaging. Accusing someone of plagiarism undoubtedly served to disgust them. Even if it ultimately failed, it could still earn them some reputation. It was a bit like a scam: anything could be used, as long as it offered a profit.
"Yes, I understand, Father. I'll do it now." James understood, immediately grasping his father's intention.
"Wait, you go there yourself and nip this in the bud," Tukha said coldly. The chronic leukemia inhibitor drug was the culmination of over a decade of hard work. Developing it took time and effort, and they'd only just recouped their costs, not even started making money. If it were interrupted, wouldn't all those decades of research be wasted?
Capitalists never consider whether this project will benefit humanity, but rather how much money they can make. If their financial path is blocked, then kill them!
At home, Zhao An hummed a little tune, enjoying the pleasure of his cousin Huizhi. Tonight was Lanzhi's birthday, his second aunt's youngest daughter, and they were celebrating.
The women were all chatting outside, while his second aunt was also outside, smiling and hugging her daughter. This life was rich and fulfilling. She could keep her daughter in school, not drop out, and that made her feel much less guilty.
Zhao An, meanwhile, was fucking his cousin Huizhi in the kitchen. Next to him was his third aunt, who was busy cooking. She didn't even glance at the two of them engaged in their dirty work; she was so busy. There wasn't a single woman present who hadn't been fucked before—no, two.
Huizhi covered her mouth tightly, not wanting to scream out, as that would be detrimental to both her and the man.
Zhao An continued to savor his spoils with a lewd grin. A conversation between Tukha and James and his son flashed through his mind. Thinking of this, and considering James's network of connections, he instantly realized that Huang Meng was behind this!
Thinking of this, Zhao An fucked even harder. It was time to teach Huang Meng a lesson. Killing him now would be too easy; making him suffer a fate worse than death would be the most appropriate.
Huizhi groaned. She could feel the man's cock growing larger, and a fishy, pungent smell filled the air. This was the scent of a man's prostate fluid mixed with his vaginal fluid, heated by the high-speed friction. It was only felt by men and women in the throes of extreme arousal. If you were to call a prostitute, they wouldn't be aroused, and naturally, there wouldn't be such a smell.
Five minutes later, Zhao An grabbed Huizhi's hips and fucked her heels so high that they lifted them considerably, even leaving her high heels behind, with only her toes clinging to the uppers. With her hips forced to hold, his cock thrust deep inside, sending waves of semen spurting out like a wave, one after another, endlessly.
Huizhi's eyes flashed, her body twitched, her breathing became extremely rapid, and her vagina tightened. Her body reflexively responded to the man's ejaculation. The sensation of semen hitting her uterine walls was exquisite. This union of soul and body made her moan with satisfaction. It was simply wonderful. This was sex, this was the joy of being a woman! No wonder my mother couldn't resist; it was simply impossible.
After a minute of lingering, Zhao An embraced Sister Huizhi, turned her cheek around, kissed her, and exchanged saliva. His cockhead remained firmly pressed against her uterus, ensuring the semen remained inside when the cervix closed!
This gesture clearly indicated he was preparing to impregnate his cousin! Getting a woman pregnant is always exciting, especially getting someone else's wife pregnant – there's an even greater sense of accomplishment and guilt. Playing with someone else's wife when it's morally forbidden, isn't that thrilling?
Okay, Zhao An is a pervert. After finishing his pleasure, he cleaned up, wiped his cock with a tissue, and casually tossed it into the trash can. A few shed pubic hairs still clung to it, making it look rather lewd.
He grabbed Third Aunt's hips, "It's your turn tonight."
This statement instantly made Third Aunt's pussy wet. She yearned for sex. If she hadn't wanted a man, she wouldn't have considered finding another husband. If it hadn't been for this, she wouldn't have been raped by Zhao An, and she wouldn't have had this life. In essence, San Gu is a repressed woman, a middle-aged woman with a strong sexual desire, who longs for men to rape and fuck her vigorously!