The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 136 – Going Too Far

"Thank you, Doctor John! Thank you so much!"

Tears welled in her eyes as she turned to her husband, scolding him: "So your friend was Doctor John all along? Why didn't you say anything?"

Lester raised both hands in defense. "I swear, I didn't know! I only knew him as my buddy from the welfare house. If I had told you, you wouldn't have believed me anyway!"

The couple bowed gratefully again.

But then John said, calmly and without emotion, "Mrs. Sara. Your brother, Carlos, is the head of Damon Group, isn't he?"

Sara paused. "Yes. Why do you ask?"

"Tell him this from me: God sees everything. He should tread carefully."

Her brow furrowed. "Did my brother offend you, Doctor John?"

John gave her a faint smile. "Ask him yourself. Maybe he'll tell you."

Sara did exactly that.

When she relayed John's message to her brother, Carlos simply laughed.

"God is watching? Ha! Let's see what this little doctor plans to do."

"Carlos," she pressed, "what happened between you and him?"

"Nothing that concerns you," he said flatly. "Stay out of it."

Seeing the irritation on his face, Sara dropped the topic. But a sense of unease lingered in her heart.

A few days later, Damon Group announced a new product: a luxury facial mask brand called Myra.

Backed by Damon Group's influence and network, the product was an immediate hit. Within days, it was flying off the shelves and receiving rave reviews.

Why?

Because its effects were nearly identical to the 'BEAUTY' mask formula showcased at the Cultural Palace charity gala. The very formula developed by Queenie's team—and John.

Then came the bombshell: the launch of 'BEAUTY' had been postponed.

No one knew the details, but speculation ran wild. It didn't take a genius to figure it out—the formula had likely been stolen, and Damon Group had rushed their own version to market first.

In the cutthroat world of business, this was a brutal but classic move.

The general public didn't care about corporate sabotage. They only cared about results. If 'Myra' worked just as well, why wait?

Sales surged. Orders exploded. Carlos's gamble had paid off.

At the Yeats family estate, Nick and Marcia were furious.

"Despicable!" Nick spat. "He stole your formula outright."

They turned to John. "Should we step in? We can leverage the Yeats family's power and crush the Damon Group."

But John remained serene.

"No need," he said. "You know what they say—karma's a bitch. He'll pay for this."

Marcia frowned. "John, you're brilliant at medicine and art, yes. But business is a different battlefield. 'Karma' is just a comforting lie the powerless tell themselves. Reality is harsher: nice guys finish last."

"If you let Carlos walk away with this now, he'll only grow bolder."

Before John could reply, Queenie stormed in.

She slammed a sleek envelope onto the table.

Her face was flushed with rage. "Carlos has gone too far!"

"What happened?" John asked, picking up the envelope.

It was an invitation.

A private celebration hosted by Carlos—a victory party to commemorate Damon Group's recent success. And to rub salt in the wound, he had personally invited Queenie.

A slap in the face.

It wasn't just gloating—it was humiliation. He had stolen her formula and now had the audacity to invite her to his party.

Queenie seethed. "He didn't win fair and square. He stole what we worked for, and now he's flaunting it like a trophy."

John chuckled. "So it's just an invitation. Let him gloat. It won't last."

"You're laughing?" she snapped. "John, this is your formula! Your creation! He ripped it away from you, and you're not even angry?"

"I'm not angry because I've got plenty more where that came from," John said calmly. "Let him have his little moment."

"But I'm angry!" Queenie shouted, placing a hand over her chest. "I feel like I'm going to explode every time I see his smug face!"

John stepped forward and gave her a reassuring look.

"Don't worry. He won't be smug for long. Besides, it's just a party, right? I'll go with you."

Queenie huffed. "I'm not going."

"But I am," John said, smiling.