Walter Winslow took in every nuance of Damian Fairchild's expression, his own gaze inscrutable. He then said cryptically,
"Damian, your… reaction proves that my decision was the correct one."
...
Meanwhile, in the operating room.
Seraphina Quinn was forcibly pinned to the operating table while the anesthesiologist prepared the anesthetic.
Despite the situation, Seraphina remained clear-headed and calm.
Her mind raced as she watched the anesthesiologist, who had already finished his preparations. She spoke in a cold voice:
"What are you planning to do to me? I'm Damian Fairchild's ex-wife—the Damian Fairchild of The Fairchild Group. Have you thought about the consequences of your actions? Better yet, can you *afford* to face them?"
Frankly, the anesthesiologist was starting to have second thoughts.
He paused, the syringe ready. Beneath his medical goggles, his eyes grew pensive.
Sensing his hesitation, Seraphina pressed on:
