Chapter 488: Exposing the Evil Deeds
Vincent, cornered by Reese and the others, had no choice but to push forward.
Taking a gamble might still offer a glimmer of hope.
Vincent sneered, "Even if you come out, so what? The investigation isn't clear yet. I have dirt on all these shareholders. Once I release it, they're done!"
Malcolm didn't even want to comment on Vincent's intelligence. He simply smirked.
"Do you really think holding dirt on a few shareholders will secure you the CEO position? If things were that chaotic, wouldn't it be a joke?"
Vincent sensed something was amiss and furrowed his brows.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I'm still the CEO of the Flynn Group. Even if you release that evidence, as long as I don't hold them accountable, they remain shareholders. Also, to replace the CEO, Grandpa must personally sign off."
Vincent gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, looking both ferocious and terrifying, as if he had lost his mind.
He roared at Malcolm, "Grandpa is not in his right mind now; he can't sign anything. You're using a dying man to fool me!"
Malcolm's eyes sharpened, filled with a keen light.
"Are you overthinking it? With Reese around, how could anything happen to Grandpa? Also, Grandpa is very grateful that you visited him in the hospital. He sees it as a sign of your filial piety and wants to thank you publicly."
Upon hearing this, Vincent's eyes widened. He then heard the sound of the door opening and saw Jason helping Aiden slowly walk in.
Although Aiden's face didn't look great, he seemed spirited, unlike the dying man Vincent had seen in the hospital.
"What the hell is going on? I clearly saw..."
Vincent had been anticipating the end of Aiden's life support, hoping it would secure him the CEO position of the Flynn Group. By then, even if Malcolm came out, he wouldn't be able to do anything.
But now, Aiden didn't look like someone about to die; he seemed quite well.
Malcolm pulled a chair and sat in front of Vincent, crossing his long legs and clasping his hands. His eagle-like sharp eyes locked onto Vincent, exuding an aura that was no less intimidating than Vincent's.
The invisible pressure was so overwhelming that Vincent could hardly breathe; his face turned ashen blue.
Malcolm's lips curled slightly as he spoke deliberately, "Since you have so many doubts, as your brother, I'll clear them up for you today. Grandpa's health has been fine for a while; he just needs to rest. Fortunately, Reese discovered early on that you had a doctor named Schneider prescribe some problematic medication for Grandpa. If he had continued taking it, he might really have died."
Vincent was shocked inside but maintained a calm exterior, forcing a stiff smile.
"What evidence do you have to prove that I had someone give Grandpa that medication? I was at the hospital every day during that time. As for this Dr. Schneider you mentioned, I don't even know him."
Malcolm had anticipated Vincent's denial. He slowly raised his hand and instructed Justin.
"Bring in Dr. Schneider."
"Yes."
Within a few minutes, Justin brought in Dr. Schneider, who glanced nervously at Vincent, then immediately lowered his head.
"I'm sorry, I had no choice. They found me a long time ago and threatened my wife's life. If I didn't tell the truth, my wife would be dead."
Vincent keenly caught the crucial point and immediately pointed at Dr. Schneider, shouting. "Did you hear that? He said he was threatened. It was Reese who threatened him with his wife's life."
Malcolm raised an eyebrow, his expression cold.
"You want evidence?"
He turned to Justin, raising his voice authoritatively.
"Give him the evidence!"
Justin took out a file folder, removed the documents inside, and placed them on the table.
"These are the amounts you withdrew from your own account and then transferred to Dr. Schneider through a third party. The sums match up. And here is a recording, Mr. Flynn. Surely, you can recognize your own voice."
With both witnesses and evidence laid out, Vincent had no room to argue.
Hearing his own conversation with Dr. Schneider, Vincent's face twisted, his pupils constricted, and veins bulged on his forehead. He suddenly swept all the evidence off the table, shouting angrily. "This is a setup! I don't even know Dr. Schneider, let alone called him."
Malcolm listened to Vincent's defense without a hint of panic, his handsome face remaining indifferent.
He tapped his fingers lightly on the back of the chair. "Not willing to admit it? That's fine. Today, I want you to confess with your own mouth and be utterly convinced."
Reese placed the medication and its prescription on the table.
"These are the drugs and prescription from your pharmacy, with your signature on them. You might have thought you left no trace, but you seem to have overlooked one thing: all secrets eventually come to light. If you did it, there will be traces. The key is whether they can be found."
Vincent himself might have overlooked this point. He didn't get the medication from elsewhere but from his own pharmacy, thinking it wouldn't be traced back to him.
After all, there's a saying: the most dangerous place is sometimes the safest.
This time, Vincent had no way to argue. He even thought that if he continued to deny it, these two might provide more evidence to make him confess.
Their plan was indeed flawless, and he had no way of detecting it beforehand.
Nevertheless, Vincent still had one question: "How did you fake Grandpa's condition? If I remember correctly, his face and those medical instruments all showed he was on the brink of death."
How could such a significant change happen in just a few hours? He found it hard to believe. As a doctor, Vincent knew this was impossible.
"That's why, after all these years, you still haven't made a name for yourself in the medical field. It's because your vision is narrow, and your skills are lacking. You probably don't know that I can develop a drug that makes someone appear to be on the brink of death within a few hours. Whether it's their vital signs or their appearance, it can make you believe they are dying. But it's all an illusion."
Reese suddenly laughed disdainfully from the crowd, her voice full of contempt, looking down on Vincent's despicable behavior.
Vincent indeed hadn't expected Reese's capabilities. Developing such a drug was incredibly difficult, yet she appeared to accomplish it effortlessly. No wonder the medical community called her a living legend; she was truly extraordinary.
Vincent felt a profound sense of inferiority.
Aiden now looked at Vincent with eyes full of disappointment and sighed.
"I had hoped that in these past few hours, you would reflect on your actions. I even fantasized that you would realize your mistakes and come to the hospital to confess. I could still forgive you. But in the end, I had too much hope for you. You have ultimately let us down."
Even now, Vincent felt no remorse. Everything that had happened reinforced his belief that they were conspiring against him, trying to drive him out of the Flynn family.
He recalled all the years of being overlooked in the Flynn family, unable to suppress his frustration and bitterness.
Suddenly, Vincent threw his head back in a maniacal laugh, his eyes bloodshot, his face full of hatred.
"Your expectations? All these years, haven't I hoped that you would pay more attention to me, give me one more chance? Even if you gave me just a fraction of the love you gave Malcolm, it would have been enough. But what did you do? You thought I was untrustworthy and sent me to study medicine, letting Malcolm inherit the Flynn Group. Look at all the media now; they all praise Malcolm. They've almost forgotten that the Flynn family has more than just Malcolm; there's also me!"
"Shut up!"
The previously calm and indifferent Malcolm roared. His voice was so powerful that it stunned everyone in the conference room.
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