They Covered Up My Botched Surgery, Now I Am Bankrupting Their Entire Hospital System
Chapter 10: Serving the King
The annual Saint Jude’s Hospital Charity Gala was the most exclusive, opulent event of the year. Billionaire donors, corrupt politicians, and elite surgeons gathered in the grand ballroom, totally oblivious to the storm Marcus Thorne was about to unleash.
Marcus strolled past the heavy velvet ropes, his custom midnight-blue tuxedo allowing him to blend seamlessly with the city's wealthiest predators. He wasn't here for the expensive champagne or the silent auction.
He scanned the crowded, glittering room until he spotted his high-value target. Dr. Julian Sterling stood near the massive ice sculpture, looking like a silver-haired god as he charmed a circle of wealthy socialites.
Marcus aggressively cut through the crowd, completely ignoring the dirty looks from the hospital's elite security detail. He approached Sterling's inner circle, a dangerously charming smile plastered across his face.
"Dr. Sterling, a truly magnificent evening, isn't it?" Marcus interrupted loudly, ensuring the wealthy donors stopped talking and stared at him. "I just wanted to personally deliver a highly important document regarding your exceptional surgical history."
Before Sterling's private bodyguards could react, Marcus violently slapped a thick, brightly stamped legal packet directly against the surgeon's immaculate white tuxedo shirt. It was an aggressive, unavoidable legal deposition subpoena.
The surrounding socialites gasped in sheer horror as the heavy legal document fell from Sterling's chest and hit the marble floor with a loud, echoing slap. The classical music in the ballroom abruptly stopped.
"You are officially ordered to appear under oath to answer for the permanent paralysis of Elena Vance, and three other concealed victims," Marcus announced clearly, ensuring the entire VIP section heard the brutal malpractice allegations.
Sterling’s charming, practiced smile didn't falter for a single second. He slowly leaned forward, invading Marcus's personal space, and whispered directly into the lawyer's ear. "You can print all the subpoenas you want, Mr. Thorne, but it won't matter because I completely own the federal judge overseeing this case."