After hanging up the phone, Ruth Dawn cracked a faint smile, "There's another clause in my contract with European Blanc Pharmaceutical."
"If there's a natural disaster or any unforeseen circumstance that prevents production, the contract will be automatically canceled."
"A big fire, that's an unforeseen circumstance, isn't it?"
William Cole was stunned, looking surprised at the woman, "You burned down the Dawn Pharmaceuticals factory; didn't you just burn your own painstaking effort?"
The woman shook her head, "Burning the factory is only a loss of a few billions, but if I breach the contract it would cost 450 billion."
"As long as Neocillin doesn't get produced, society won't be harmed. Losing a few billion is still acceptable."
"Let's count it as accumulating karma for the children." Ruth smiled charmingly, her heart bleeding...that night, nearly a dozen Dawn Pharmaceutical factories in the suburbs of Capital City almost simultaneously caught fire.