"What do you mean it can't be cured?" Edwin repeated.

"Are you telling me that only that Rhys punk can cure my daughter’s sickness?" He furrowed his brows as the color drained from his face.

"You certainly need the right person for the right job, so we’ll have to track him down no matter what it takes." The doctor confirmed.

"I can’t believe this bastard! How dare he use such underhanded tactics!" Edwin growled through gritted teeth as his eyes flashed with anger.

"What should we do now, Sir Hummer?" Fletcher asked.

They had failed to bribe Natasha, and Dracor was now in critical condition from getting beaten up. It seemed like both civilized and uncivilized methods had failed to work. Dustin seemed to be a thorn in their side lately.

But most importantly, Tina’s life was literally in that man’s hands.

So, even if they had any countermeasures up their sleeves, they were still afraid of making the first move.

After remaining silent for a while, Edwin finally decided. "Call