Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 1086

Simon couldn't care less about his brother's hypocritical preaching.

"Who I like and who I despise is my own business. You're overstepping your bounds, big brother."

Yanking open his car door, Simon slid into the driver's seat. He rolled down the window and shot Barton a mocking look.

"Since you're so fond of reminding me that we're all Grovers, let me offer you some brotherly advice. Your wife is a good woman who deserves respect. Don't throw away everything you've built just to mess around with cheap trash on the side."

Without giving Barton a chance to fire back, Simon slammed on the gas and sped off down the driveway.

Monday arrived, bringing with it the Grover Group's highly anticipated second product launch.

Simon wasn't the type to roll over and accept defeat. On the contrary, adversity only fueled his aggressive drive.

Besides, skincare formulations had never been Lab C's ultimate specialty. The cutting-edge medical field was Simon's true playground.

Long before the press conference kicked off, the Grover Group had flooded the media with teasers, promising that their upcoming innovations would be a godsend for patients suffering from chronic illnesses.

Health had always been humanity's most unconquerable frontier.

There was an old saying that struck right at the core of the human condition: It's better to be entirely broke than to be severely sick.

Even billionaires couldn't simply buy their way out of a terminal diagnosis.

And for average, working-class families, a severe illness was an absolute death sentence for their finances. No one wanted to drain their life savings into a hospital billing department.

Under the watchful, eager eyes of the public, the Grover Group's second press conference officially commenced.

The presentation staff confidently rolled out a series of highly advanced diagnostic medical devices.

One machine in particular promised to revolutionize convenience for the average patient.

It was a remarkably advanced, multi-functional health scanner called The MediPod.

Having been brutally burned by the public backlash over ForeverYoung's astronomical pricing, the Grover Group had learned their lesson.

These specific medications targeting high blood pressure, cholesterol, and cardiovascular issues were priced at a flat rate of forty-five dollars per pill.

Over the course of a year, that amounted to barely over five hundred dollars.

To solve a year's worth of medication anxiety for just a few hundred dollars? The Grover Group executives confidently patted themselves on the back, convinced this pricing was an absolute act of charity.

Given the Grover Group's usual cutthroat tactics, a breakthrough like this would normally carry a devastatingly high price tag.

Slashing the price to the absolute floor was a calculated move designed explicitly to win over working-class consumers.

Watching the livestream from her sofa, Maeve scoffed as the host shamelessly bragged about their philanthropic pricing model. She rolled her eyes in sheer disbelief.

"The sheer audacity of the Grover Group," she muttered. "They actually have the nerve to call that price fair? I seriously wonder if the executives who priced this have sh*t for brains."