At first glance meeting Eric, Georgia felt the man had a dark presence.
He held a ceramic cup, with clearly defined knuckles.
There was an aura of elegance about his face, but his eyes had a shadowy feeling about them.
As for the man's skin, he had a sickly pallor.
"I'm impressed, Miss Lane. This was a vicious assault."
Georgia smiled faintly.
"It's never too late for revenge."
At that, Eric's face changed.
"I investigated you, Miss Lane. Your marriage with Mr. Simpson was full of all sorts of coincidences and pain. You might like a lot of people in this life. Even if you loved Mr. Simpson now, maybe in a few years, or a few months, you won't love him as much. Putting all your eggs in one basket for a man whose future you can't tell seems a fool's gamble..."
"Haven't you heard, Eric? There are more important things than money.
"Don't try to buy for time, and don't try to convince me. Every hour you delay is another potential for the situation to shift and for you to lose another few dozen billions. I don't mind the loss even if I end up broke, but if you want to play this game to the end, Eric, I don't mind. I want to see who does in this war first."
"Women really are just born stupid. You fall into the mire of emotion so easily."
Eric mocked.
Georgia didn't get mad. She shot the man before her a pitying glance.
"I feel sorry for you, Eric. Nobody probably truly loved you in your life, so you don't believe any such thing in the world."
As Georgia said that, Eric's gaze landed coldly on her.
His lips were pressed together, his features tightly strung, his expression dark.
"You think it's true love, Miss Lane, but who knows. In a few months or in a few years, Mr. Simpson might go and find another woman. His heart might change."
"That's not for you to worry about. I only have one last question. Where is my husband? Return him to me, or tomorrow, it won't be just stocks. I'm going to drag you and the rest of your family to hell with me, Eric. Try me."
Losing several hundred billion over foolish love. Eric only felt that this woman was dumber than rocks. He turned and signaled his bodyguard.
Right away, the bodyguard pushed his wheelchair out. Georgia followed behind, and they got in a car, leaving Eric's luxury mansion.
In the car, Eric and Georgia sat facing each other.
"I don't believe you could have collected key evidence on all my core industries in such a short time. Who helped you with this?"
Eric turned to Georgia.
Clearly, to accomplish such a thing with such speed and such complete evidence was beyond Georgia's capabilities alone.
This took decades of preparation, not something that could be done in a day and night.
"Are you trying to find who's plotting against your family, Eric? Then to deal with them? With all the people your family's hurt, the more enemies you have, the more allies I have.
"The Wimbledons and the Albertson Group have made too many such enemies. So long as I got together with them and collected the evidence in their grasp, it might not be Armageddon for you Wimbledons, but it's enough to hurt you."
Georgia didn't give up Darren's name not because she was hiding his identity to repay him for helping her.
It was clear from how Darren had given her the complete evidence and captured Adolf's daughter not long after Robert's disappearance that Darren had been observing from behind the scenes all the while. He'd just stood by and watched Robert get taken by the Wimbledon family, then come to her right away to profit from the fighting.
She and Darren were only using each other. Darren was striking a blow at the Albertson Group through her, giving Ace some breathing room.
Georgia was only refusing to give up Darren because, naturally, she really disliked Eric. If not for the fact that Robert was still in Eric's hands, she really was just going to negotiate with Wilson to see how they could plot to get Eric his comeuppance.
"If you're unwilling to talk about that, then let's switch it up. You know why I had to take Robert away?"
Eric broached the question, an actual smile in his eyes, seemingly looking forward to Georgia's answer.
Georgia could have guessed at such a thing.
She had no idea what Eric was thinking asking about it on his own.
"You and I both know what Jayson's lab got up to. Robert's body has some problems, but he can stabilize himself. I don't want anything to exacerbate his condition. I don't care about what you want."
At what Georgia said, Eric scoffed mockingly.
"I hear you were in biopharma yourself. Majored in it in college. Never took you for the selfish type."
"What are you talking about?"
Georgia asked coldly, her gaze sharpening.
"Robert Simpson survived out of so many live test subjects, and managed to create anti-cancer healing substances inside his body. That shows that if we successfully study the substances on him, we can generate and perhaps synthesize those curative substances. We could save a lot of people from disease and despair, but in your selfishness, here you are trying to take Robert away, unwilling to test the possibilities of his body. If that's not selfishness, what is?"
In her fury, Georgia had to laugh. She'd thought that Eric was just a shady character.
With all this, he was an actual psychopath.
"You took Robert away and wanted to experiment on his body to cure your own immune defect. Now you're telling me that you're trying to do good by the whole world? You're a joke, Eric! And Robert is my husband. Me protecting him only makes sense. As for you, your hypocrisy only sickens me!"
"This world is only ever about results. If you pay attention to the process, a lot of them are unjust. I don't believe there not a little bit of darkness in how the Simpsons accumulated their wealth, and I don't believe you've never hurt anyone either. I admit that I'm ill, and I'm trying everything to capture Robert to cure my own condition.
"But it only makes sense for me to try and cure myself of my disease as well. If my research succeeds, I'll put the medication on the market and do good by a lot more people. That proves that if I succeed, many will benefit. You, though, are only concerned with taking your husband away without conducting a shred of experimentation."
Georgia didn't want to speak any longer. There was no communicating with this person.
His logic was entirely sick. It was almost amusing the way he spoke of his own ends so heroically.
The car drove on for about two hours, and they finally arrived at the secret base Georgia had uncovered beforehand.