Chapter 623


    Chapter 623 Too Late?


    At this moment, Lincoln was sitting in the car, discussing the project’s loss issue with Stephen.


    In order to gain Archie’s trust, the project was carried out genuinely. However, Archie encountered a


    problem, which had a profound impact on the project and ultimately led to itsplete termination.


    Undoubtedly, this was a case of inflicting a thousand wounds upon oneself to harm the enemy, but in


    terms of the overall situation, it was worth it. Lincoln quickly paid the portion of the capital loss and


    aimed to get the project back on track. After all, in the long run, this multinational coboration not only


    held


    tremendous significance but also produced immeasurable benefits from the partnership. Suddenly,


    Lincoln’s phone rang. It was the number for his residence.


    His eyelid twitched a few times, and he answered swiftly. The maid’s anxious voice came through.


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    “Your Highness, something wrong has happened! Ms. Vargas has fainted!” In that instant, Lincoln


    furrowed his brows tightly, his expression turning ice-cold. Stephen looked at him with a trembling


    gaze. “Drive the car!”


    “Quickly!” With Lincoln’smand, the luxury car surged forward instantly.


    They broke numerous red lights along the way, shortening the originally one-hour journey to a mere


    twenty minutes.


    The luxury car arrived, and Lincoln headed straight for the room. Stephen followed closely behind.


    Ward had received the news and rushed over. He was conducting a preliminary examination on Za.


    “How is she?” Ward asked urgently with a low voice. Ward’s expression turned grave as he shook his


    head towards Lincoln.


    “My medicine is no longer effective… Her condition is worse than I anticipated.” His heart sank, and his


    fist clenched tightly as he asked bitterly, “How much time does she have?”


    “At this rate…” Before Ward could finish his sentence, the sound of running footsteps approached.


    Melvin rushed into the room. “Sir, we found it! We found a clue!” Melvin gasped for breath, handing the


    book over to Lincoln.


    “It says here that the provider of the antidote is a coffee bean grower. While selling coffee beans in


    distantnds, he himself fell victim to this poison. However, he waster cured by a centenarian.


    “He fully understands the gravity of this poison and was willing to pay a hefty price for the form. Yet,


    the old man was not interested in wealth, only in his cup of coffee. Thus, the coffee farmer became the


    old man’s apprentice, acquiring knowledge about this poison and its antidote.


    “Furthermore, it mentions that this coffee bean grower shares a significant connection with the royal


    family. His surname is Russo!


    As long as we continue in this direction, we are certain to locate the descendants of this coffee farmer!”


    Melvin felt a surge of joy. After all the time and effort, they finally had a breakthrough!


    “She’s saved! Ms. Vargas is saved!” However, Ward couldn’t feel the same joy. He looked at Za lying


    on the bed, his expression bing even more solemn.


    “It’s toote…”


    Lincoln abruptly turned to him, grabbing hold of his cor. What do you mean?” Ward lowered his head


    in frustration. “Three days. She can only hold on for a maximum of three days.


    “And within those three days, we have to find this person, the antidote, and develop a cure… “We’re


    out of time, there’s not enough time!”


    Lincoln released his grip, his gaze shifting to Za on the bed, his deep eyes turning a deep crimson.


    In his entire life, he had never experienced such darkness as he did today. Ward and Melvin fell into


    silence one after another. Unable to bear it any longer, Aziel, who was standing by the door, covered


    his mouth, turning away as he sobbed softly.


    Stephen stood by the side,pletely bewildered, unaware of what had happened.


    “What happened to my sister?”


    He strode forward, demanding answers.


    “Lincoln, what happened to my sister? What happened to her?”


    At that moment, Lincoln seemed to be detached from his body and soul, with only her in his eyes.


    He approached her, grasping her cold little hand.


    “Za, did you have a proper breakfast today?


    “I came back to check.”


    His furrowed brows remained unchanged, his expression filled with agony, and even the hand holding


    hers visibly trembled.


    His eyes turned red.


    Stephen, seeing that Lincoln didn’t respond, rushed forward in a couple of strides, grabbing hold of his


    coat.


    “Lincoln! I’m asking you again! What happened to my sister?


    “Herplexion is pale now, as if she could break at any moment! Did you really take care of her? Did


    you really protect her?


    “I told you, I don’t want anything, I don’t care about anything, but my sister… My sister must be safe


    and sound