In a reception room near Capitol Hill, Marcus Worthington awaited his two guests for the day. Even though Osborn's new drug had successfully entered the market and received a strong response, this business tycoon at the pinnacle of the medical industry did not believe young Osborn and some so-called young genius could shake Worthington's throne, which it had held for years.
If he truly freed up his hands, he had countless ways to crush the shallow-rooted Osborn: acquisitions, mergers, poaching talent, creating public relations crises... Wave after wave of fierce attacks would be enough to leave Osborn and Umbrella, neither of which had found firm footing yet, gasping for breath. However, family matters left Marcus unable to devote more energy to it. More importantly, he still had to figure out how to deal with the Mutant problem.
The laboratory's research progress had nearly ground to a halt. According to the head of research, they lacked living Mutant specimens and needed more experimental materials to compare data and find a way to suppress, or even eliminate, the Mutant gene.
This answer sent Marcus into a rage, but there was nothing he could do. As it happened, he had also been considering making a move against the Mutants, so he contacted these two guests.
Blazing flames in the fireplace gave off a comforting warmth. The weather was gradually turning colder, and the aging Marcus rubbed his hands together. He was no longer a vigorous young man. The trivialities of his family and the affairs of his company alone were enough to exhaust him. If the business empire he had built over a lifetime could not be passed down to his son, then would all his lifelong struggles not have been meaningless?
The fierce firelight reflected in Marcus's eyes. He could not simply