London Schneider nonchalantly let John Wendell sprawl on the floor, while Caroline's crying hysterically. He only nodded slightly towards Marc, and his bodyguard immediately checked John Wendell's condition.
Marc checked John's breathing, heart rate, and pulse, then waved to call some of the doctors at the next table.
"Is there a cardiologist here? This man seems to have a mild heart attack," he said.
A middle-aged man rushed over to check on John Wendell.
"You lucky bastard. You fell ill in the middle of a medical conference, so you can immediately get help," he murmured in disgust.
"My father needs medical treatment. Please let us go," Caroline pleaded. But Marc just shook his head.
"Hmm ... People like you don't need mercy. My boss still needs you guys here to make a statement. We are also still waiting for the police to take care of you," Marc said coldly. He then turned his gaze to the stage.