Chapter 412 The Healing Center
"It's been nearly ten years since I visited Eagleland. I'm surprised by how much it's changed," the woman remarked, her voice carrying an authority that naturally commanded respect.
In her mind, the image of a young man's face gradually formed.
"Who are these people?" she asked, her gaze falling on the waiting delegation.
The elderly man with the dragon-headed cane smiled slightly. "Mrs. Anderson, these are representatives sent by the Imperial State government. When we contacted the airport, state officials learned of your arrival. The man leading them is Carl, the mayor of Silverlight City."
The woman gave Carl a brief, dispassionate glance before looking away.
That momentary scrutiny made him shudder—for an instant, he felt as if something terrifying had fixed its attention on him, cold sweat immediately soaking his back.
"Madam, I've been sent by the state government to welcome you. We're honored by your visit to Silverlight City!" Carl stepped forward with a respectful bow.
He knew nothing of this woman's identity or background.
State officials had only informed him that this distinguished visitor held such an elevated position that a single word from her could influence the global economy—a truly formidable figure, untouchable.
The news had stunned Carl, who couldn't comprehend why such an important person would visit Silverlight City.
He had been awaiting punishment from the state government for the Harris family situation, but instead, they offered him a chance at redemption: properly host this guest, and the scandal might be handled with leniency.
The woman nodded and gracefully descended from the plane.
"Madam, your accommodations have been prepared. My superiors mentioned you're from Riverton, so I've arranged for chefs from there to be flown in—they'll arrive this evening. I'll host a banquet to welcome you," Carl said with an ingratiating smile.
The woman nodded slightly, gazing into the distance.
'Although I'm eager to see Noah, these formalities must be observed,' she sighed inwardly.
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At seven that evening in the Eyfel Hotel study, Tomas entered with a smile.
"Mr. Anderson, the Harris family has essentially collapsed completely," he announced. "The entire country is condemning them."
"Tonight at eight, Silverlight City's evening news will officially announce the arrest and investigation of Nathaniel, Otto, Rhett, and other Harris family executives."
"What about Isaac?" Noah's eyes flashed.
"No information on him yet. We don't know where he's gone," Tomas replied. "But it hardly matters. The Harris family's downfall is inevitable now. Only their complete disappearance will satisfy the public's anger."
Noah nodded. Though he felt a vague sense of unease, he couldn't imagine what tactics the Harris family might still possess at this point.
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Meanwhile, an Audi A8 wound its way up the mountain road to Dragon Mountain Healing Center, a premier rehabilitation facility nestled halfway up Phoenix Roost Mountain in northern Silverlight City.
With its beautiful scenery, fresh air, and natural splendor, it resembled a paradise—perfect for recovery.
Those who resided here had once been high-ranking officials, military leaders, or government figures. Some residences were even guarded around the clock by armed special police.
The car stopped at the entrance, and Isaac stepped out, his face pale and lifeless.
Looking at the facility, a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes.
"Father, as long as you're here, the Harris family cannot perish," he murmured before entering.
Minutes later, Isaac entered a courtyard with a lush sycamore tree at its center.
Under the tree, an elderly man with snow-white hair, dressed in a gray suit, reclined on a bench, peacefully gazing at the moon. His face was deeply wrinkled, his age clearly over ninety.
"Father!" Isaac approached and knelt beside him, tears streaming down his face.
This was Griffin Harris, Isaac's father. Griffin's grandfather had fought in the Civil War, secretly amassing considerable wealth, including many antiques and treasures passed down through generations.
Using these valuable artifacts, Griffin had rapidly accumulated capital to establish the Harris family dynasty. He also maintained extensive connections among Eagleland's elite.
"Isaac, what's happening? Why these sudden tears?" Griffin steadied his son. "Harris men are supposed to be decisive and ruthless. Crying like a woman—what kind of example are you setting?"
"Father! I've failed the Harris family!" Isaac refused to stand, his face filled with shame.
"Is there anything wrong?" Griffin frowned. He'd been living peacefully here for years, never bothering himself with affairs that would disturb the comfortable life in this small world.
"Yes!" Isaac choked up, "I'm the family's greatest sinner! You should kill me! The Harris family is being destroyed under my watch—I can only atone with my life!"
"Atone with your life? Is this weakness how you honor my years of careful guidance?" Griffin's voice turned stern. "Tell me everything, from beginning to end!"
"Yes, Father." Isaac wiped away his tears and recounted the entire situation, taking a full ten minutes to explain everything.
"Noah," Griffin murmured afterward. "A nobody has pushed the Harris family to the brink of destruction?"
"Father, I'm the one responsible. From the beginning, I should never have antagonized Noah..."
"Silence!" Griffin interrupted. "What's done is done. Regret is useless—we need solutions!"
"Solutions? What solutions remain? The entire country has turned against us. What could possibly help now?" Isaac's voice was bitter, his face despairing.
Griffin fell silent, deep in thought. Having weathered countless storms throughout his life, he approached problems with remarkable precision.
Isaac remained kneeling, not daring to speak.
After five full minutes of silence, Griffin sighed and said quietly, "Isaac, go to my room and bring me my Tahitian Pearls."
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