Chapter 743

The DNA testing process was straightforward. A blood sample or a hair sample would do.

To promote transparency and dispel any doubts,the McCoy family had cleverly opted for a laboratory encased in glass walls.

This allowed onlookers to observe the staff's every move as they conducted their precise work.

Nikolas addressed the gathering with a clear, authoritative tone. "To eliminate any suspicions of foul play with the results, we'll take two samples for the test. Both a blood sample and a hair sample will be collected,starting with my father."

The medical team operated with a practicedefficiency, drawing Hamilton's blood and securing a strand of his hair.

After ensuring everything was in order, Nikolas turned his icy gaze to Cedric, commanding, "Come here."

Just as Cedric was about to comply, a calm, interrupting voice cut through the tension.

"Wait," Daniela said, her voice steady and-firm.

Nikolas' expression darkened, his voice chilling as he snapped, "What's the problem? Are you scared?"

The attention in the room shifted instantly to Daniela, the air thick with anticipation.

Meanwhile, Hamilton casually adjusted his sleeves, his expression one of detached curiosity. He was keen to

see how Daniela and Cedric would navigate this theatrical ordeal.

Daniela held her ground, her voice imbued with a cool confidence. "How can I trust the accuracy of your equipment?"

A ripple of laughter broke out among the onlookers, dismissing her concerns as trivial.

"Are you serious? This equipment is our owNn!" "Daniela, what exactly are you implying?" Kohen's face twisted into a sneer. "These devices were developed by our family and have gained global recognition. Their precision is unparalleled. How dare you cast doubt on our technology?"

Daniela's expression remained serene, a stark contrast to Kohen's agitation. "Machines can indeed be manipulated, and i the end, it is people who make the ultimate decisions. If I harbor doubts, f will voice them. Or perhaps, is the McCoy family so tyrannical that questioning is forbidden?"

Nikolas clenched his jaw, his frustration evident. "Daniela,enough with the theatrics!"

With a sly smile, Daniela countered, "You yourself emphasized the critical nature of DNA testing. I must exercise caution. The most straightforward method to validate your device's accuracy is to conduct a comparison using Mr. McCoy's and another sample. If the results align, I won't object again."

Nikolas' lips formed a tight line, his patience thinning. "I don't have time for your games."

However, Daniela was already one step ahead. She approached a sophisticated-looking woman cradling a dog and deftly plucked a strand of hair from the pet. With a graceful gesture, she handed it over to the staff.

Nikolas' anger flared immediately. "Daniela, what are you playing at?"

Daniela's reply was light, almost teasing. "What's the matter? Reluctantto.proceed with the test? Or perhaps you doubt the reliability of your own machines? Are you concerned that the results might reveal that this dog shares the McCoy's esteemed lineage?"

The atmosphere at every McCoy family banquet was always charged, drawing a slew of prominent journalists.

Now, things were getting out of hand.

Hamilton, observing the unfolding drama, furrowed his brow in concern.

Leaning in cautiously, his secretary murmured, "Mr. McCoy, do you want us to step in?"

Hamilton responded in a steady voice, "Let her make a scene. The notion that my DNA could match that of-a dog is absurd. Daniela is merely trying to shield Cedric. With this many cameras flashing, the last thing l need is to be caught in the middle of it."

The secretary gave a solemn nod in agreement.

Nikolas, his expression icy with disdain, handed a tuft of dog hair to the staff. His gaze bore into Daniela like a dagger; if hatred alone could end a life, she wouldn't be breathing anymore.

"When those results come back, you'll realize you've only made a fool of yourself. Nothing but a pathetic stunt for attention," he snapped, venom dripping from his words.

Kohen stepped up to assert his authority. "This is Oiscoll. You're on our turf, Daniela. Soon you'll see just how we deal with disruptions."

Charles held his tongue, careful not to push Daniela away when he might need her help later. He mumbled under his breath, "Daniela, what are you trying to pull? You know Dad's going to be upset about this."

Damon crossed his arms and scoffed, "Daniela, once the results are confirmed, you'll have no choice but to comply with the DNA test for Cedric. You're just wasting your time."

With a smirk, Duran taunted her. "Just wait, Daniela. You're about to become the butt of all jokes. Our equipment is top-tier; the outcome is inevitable. You're setting yourself up to be the fool of the year."

Amid the rising tension, Daniela raised her glass, her demeanor unshaken.

Observing her composed features, Hamilton felt an inexplicable surge of unease.

His eyes involuntarily darted towards the lab just as a voice announced, "The results are ready."

Accompanied by the mechanical chime of the printer, the eagerly awaited report glided out.