CHAPTER 786: CHAPTER 786: TIME TO USE FORCE

The medicine release event was held as scheduled.

Having already conquered the toxic challenges on Eleanor Sterling and Alaric Faulkner, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Clara Thornton also came to the press conference in a relaxed and cheerful manner.

Everyone was surprised by the appearance of this long-absent genius pharmacist, and many came forward to make small talk.

Clara Thornton managed a lot of people, feeling a bit of a headache, and thought it might be better to stay in the lab; these social interactions would be better handled by Eleanor.

In the corner, Henry Foster held a glass of cocktail, his gaze coldly fixed on the beautiful figure before him.

Beside him, a man whispered, "Master Foster, that’s Clara Thornton. I heard she’s recently been close with Thomas Quincy. I suspect she’s Thomas’s woman. They are both here at the medicine release event."

This information was leaked by Hugo Griffin, allowing Henry Foster’s subordinates to inform him.

Henry Foster’s eyes suddenly tightened.

Thomas Quincy’s woman? This is interesting.

He’s never seen a woman by his side before, and now he has found someone, and...

Henry Foster’s gaze lingered on Clara Thornton, silently sketching every part of her body.

He let out a cold laugh, "Genius pharmacist? Strikingly beautiful, and a smart woman with brains. I’d love nothing more than to have her under me, to properly cherish her; Thomas Quincy’s woman must have a distinctive flavor."

If Thomas Quincy caught a glimpse of him treating his woman as such, who knows how enraged he’d be.

Henry Foster’s lips slowly curved into a smile.

The Foster Family and Quincy Family are sworn enemies, but the Foster Family has always been trailing the Quincy Family. He’s considered the most outstanding young member of the Foster Family generation, yet he still doesn’t measure up to Thomas Quincy.

This filled him with jealousy, so he regularly compared himself with Thomas Quincy, constantly confronting him was commonplace.

This time, with Clara Thornton present, and being Thomas’s woman, he’s got his sights on her.

Henry Foster has had many women, all drawn to the power of the Foster Family, and while they have some semblance of beauty, none are like Clara Thornton.

Even if Clara Thornton isn’t Thomas Quincy’s woman, he might still take an interest in her.

"Master Foster, if you really want her, it’s not impossible; later, the hosts will hold a cocktail party, and we can act, use force, and deliver that woman to your bed."

Henry Foster smirked darkly, "You really know my intentions, I’ll leave this matter to you. After the party, when I return to the room, I want to see her lying there, waiting for me."

"Alright, I’ll make proper arrangements," the subordinate said, then turned and left. Henry Foster swirled his wine glass, a smug grin on his lips, then downed the cocktail in one gulp.

Honestly, he couldn’t wait to show his prowess.

Elsewhere, Thomas Quincy stood in a corner; he rarely left the Quincy Family, so his reputation wasn’t very pronounced, certainly not like Clara Thornton who was widely known.

He’s previously published medicines under a pseudonym and is now using his real name, so no one approached him for pleasantries.

Seeing Clara Thornton dealing with these people, her face full of helplessness, he scoffed, "Foolish."

Completely revealing one’s strength and allowing others to find weaknesses is brainless; being surrounded now is deserved.

"Family Head Quincy, are you attending the party later?"

"No, I’d rather catch up on sleep," Thomas Quincy said and then turned to leave elegantly.

After helping Eleanor research for so many days, he hadn’t had a good night’s sleep and naturally needed to catch up.