"S-Sir!?" The CEO of one of the subsidiary companies under the Blac Corporation rushed toward Cruxius after seeing him punch the dean of the hospital. The sharp crack of impact still lingered in the sterile air, a faint red bloom already forming across the older man's cheek.
Considering the presence of so many individuals—even with Cruxius holding such a powerful position—this could spark rumors.
Some were even recording, phones held steady with eager thumbs, which might paint him as an evil man.
However, the real issue was that the dean had done the CEO a few favors in the past. Nothing major, but enough for him to instinctively stretch out a hand, hoping to shield the man from harm.
"His son tried to poison the heir of the Blac family, and he was offering money to silence the case... and you're taking his side?" Cruxius snapped.
