The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 301

"Absolutely, Grandpa, we must search thoroughly. We can't afford to delay Magnus' condition any longer," Lucius chimed in, fanning the flames. "Natalia, that woman, doesn't want us to see Magnus. I'm sure she's up to no good."

Natalia quivered with fury at Lucius' words, placing a hand in front of his face. "Lucius, I think you know perfectly well who's the one harboring ill intentions here!"

"Get out of my way!" Lucius, nettled by the truth of her words, shoved Natalia aside and supported Morgan as they moved forward. He had a hunch about which room Magnus was in - the same room Dr. Frankie had just exited!

Natalia, pushed back with force by Lucius, stumbled and fell. Dr. Frankie quickly helped her up. "Are you alright, Madam?"

Natalia shook her head. "I'm fine. Seems like today's event can't be kept a secret much longer."

While they were talking, Lucius had already led Morgan to the door of the room that Dr. Frankie had just left.

Through the transparent window, Lucius was the first to see Magnus, with a grey pallor, bound to the hospital bed with iron chains. Overjoyed, he could barely contain his excitement as he called out to Morgan, "Grandpa, look, Magnus is right here!"

Morgan, recognizing the joy in Lucius' voice, furrowed his brows in displeasure. But when he followed Lucius' pointing finger and saw Magnus, he froze in his tracks.

In the hospital room, a frail Magnus lay with a pale face and eyes tightly shut, his body bound securely with iron chains. Morgan could hardly believe his eyes. He turned his fierce gaze on Natalia, as if he wanted to tear her apart. "What did you do to my boy? Why did you chain him up like this? Why?!"

Lucius, standing nearby, was also puzzled. How could the usually defiant Magnus allow himself to be confined in such a grim state? Unless...

Natalia hurried over to explain, "Grandpa, this is all a misunderstanding... Magnus, he..."

Morgan was furious, swinging his cane at Natalia. "You, full of lies! Even now, you refuse to tell the truth! Fine! I'll ask him myself!"

Morgan pushed the door open and entered the room. Lucius quickly followed, not wanting to miss any information. The smell of disinfectant filled the room. Morgan, heartbroken, approached the bed and touched Magnus' bony, emaciated hand. "Magnus? Wake up, tell Grandpa what's wrong."

However, Magnus lay motionless and silent.

Lucius, on the other hand, had a suspicion. Could it be that Magnus was on drugs?

With this thought in mind, Lucius stealthily moved to the other side, and in a position where others couldn't see, he pinched Magnus hard. His grip was strong, and he managed to jolt Magnus awake.

Seeing Magnus slowly open his eyes, Morgan thought he had woken up. He quickly leaned over and asked with concern, "Magnus, what's wrong?"

"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!" Magnus screamed, shaking his head frantically. "Get me my fix! Now!"

Morgan, who had hypothesized countless possibilities in his mind, was taken aback by this revelation. He took two steps back in shock. This was clearly the behavior of an addict in withdrawal! He felt dizzy, his vision blurred, and he collapsed backward.

The boardroom was filled with Andersen Corporation's shareholders. They had received Lucius' message that something of utmost importance needed to be shared. As businessmen, there was nothing more important than this, so they had all rushed over.

Standing in the elevator, Lucius stared at his reflection in the polished mirror – a visage of shrewd competence – and he smirked in satisfaction.

“Magnus, just you wait. Soon, I'll have you removed from the company.”

"Ding!"

The elevator chimed its arrival at the top floor. Brimming with satisfaction, Lucius strutted out, dusting off his jacket sleeves with an air of self-importance. He set his sights on the grand conference room ahead and began his approach.

The room was buzzing with the restless chatter of shareholders. Magnus' prolonged absence had tested their patience, and the cryptic message from Lucius had sent them into a frenzy of speculation.

Lucius reveled in the commotion; it was the exact reaction he had hoped for. He stood outside the door, savoring the deliciously chaotic symphony of voices, before slowly pushing the door open and making his entrance.

As soon as he appeared, the shareholders fell silent, their eyes collectively shifting to lock onto Lucius.

"Good evening, everyone," he began, struggling to keep a triumphant grin off his face. "I've called you all here to share some rather distressing news." He feigned a sorrowful tone. "Your CEO, Magnus, is currently battling a severe drug addiction."