Chapter 25 - The Race Against Time
Tariq immediately mobilized his vast resources to convert a massive cosmetics factory into a sterile pharmaceutical lab.
He threw millions of dollars at the project, flying in top-tier chemical engineers and synthesizing specialists from across the globe.
Chloe spent every waking hour at the temporary facility, overseeing the production and ensuring the generic drug met all safety standards.
The pressure was unimaginable, and the cityâs crisis was reaching a devastating breaking point.
On the third day of continuous work, the physical toll finally caught up with Chloe.
She was standing in the middle of the sterile lab when the room suddenly began to spin violently.
Her vision blurred, her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the cold concrete floor.
Tariq was on a conference call in the glass observation deck when he saw his wife fall.
He dropped his phone, shattering the screen, and sprinted down the metal stairs faster than his guards could follow.
He crashed through the decontamination doors, completely ignoring the safety protocols.
Tariq fell to his knees, scooping Chloeâs limp body into his arms, his heart hammering in pure terror.
She was burning up with a terrifying fever, her breathing shallow and raspy.
The virus she had been fighting so hard to cure had finally infected her.
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Tariq carried her out of the facility, screaming for his private medical team to prepare the emergency suite at the estate.
He had never felt so utterly powerless in his entire life.
