The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 139 – It’s Useless to Give You a Chance

But minutes later, another employee rushed in with even worse news: Lloyd had fled.

He had disappeared—along with his entire family.

Carlos's face turned crimson with rage.

"That bastard!" he roared. "He colluded with Queenie Group! Find him! Break his legs if you have to!"

Only now did Carlos finally realize the truth.

John had orchestrated everything. That smug smile at the party, the confidence in his eyes, the reckless bet—it had all been part of a bigger plan.

"Fuck!"

Carlos swept everything off his desk in a violent rage, sending documents and coffee flying.

But rage wouldn't fix anything.

The product's flaws were undeniable. Daily reports flooded in about customers experiencing adverse skin reactions. Protesters gathered outside Damon Group's headquarters, demanding answers.

For the past few days, Carlos had been sneaking into the building through the back entrance to avoid the angry crowd.

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Meanwhile, something unexpected happened.

A few wealthy socialites who had received trial samples of BEAUTY began using it regularly. They discovered there were no negative effects—unlike Myra, which had caused irritation and dryness after a week of use.

Some of Myra's dissatisfied customers, desperate for relief, decided to give BEAUTY a try.

And to their surprise, not only did it not cause further harm—it actually healed the damage Myra had caused.

The buzz spread like wildfire.

Sales of BEAUTY exploded overnight.

Carlos had his people searching everywhere for Lloyd, but it was too late. The man had vanished from New York with his family, and every trace had been wiped clean.

Just then, Carlos's private phone rang.

He picked it up.

"Mr. Branton," came a calm, familiar voice. "Do you remember our little wager? Since you've lost, I'd like to know when you'll be holding your press conference."

It was John.

Carlos clenched the phone tightly and snarled, "You bastard! You've got guts, I'll give you that. But don't think this is over. I'll make you pay for this—twice over!"

John didn't flinch. "Whether you come after me or not is your choice. But right now, I'm asking when you'll fulfill the bet and publicly apologize."

"Go to hell!"

Carlos slammed the phone down.

John sighed as he lowered his phone. "I gave you a chance, Carlos. You just chose not to take it."

It came as no surprise that Carlos would try to dodge the bet. But in doing so, he had burned a bridge—and John had no intention of offering him another opportunity.

A cold glint flickered in John's eyes.

Suddenly, Queenie darted from behind the sofa and wrapped her arms around his neck. She planted a quick kiss on his cheek and beamed. "You're amazing, little John! That was a flawless victory."

Her excitement bubbled over like a schoolgirl's. The stakes had been enormous, and she had feared the worst. But John had pulled off a masterstroke.

Damon Group had unwittingly opened the market and done all the early groundwork. But when Myra's flaws were exposed, customers pivoted to BEAUTY, which not only filled the gap—it thrived.

Thanks to John, Queenie Group now stood tall in the skincare industry.

John felt a surge of warmth in his chest, but kept a serious face. "Sister, I know you're happy, but next time you kiss me—can you at least give me a heads-up? I have dignity, you know."

"Dignity?" Queenie raised an eyebrow and reached for his ear with a smirk.

Grabbing it playfully, she asked, "So, should I ask you now—can I kiss your face?"

"A-alright, alright!" John winced, waving his arms. "You win!"

He slumped down onto the sofa like a defeated general.

'Forget dignity—please just spare my ear!'