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Aaron walks steadily towards the private plane. His handsome face is somber, making people shudder in his wake. Just as he is about to board the plane, his head begins to ache again. The pain this time is even more serious than before, so much so that he can hardly stand. Dizziness overcomes him. On both sides, his men notices that something is strange. Surprised, they hurry over to help him. “Mr. Wilson! Are you all right?” The pain is not as transient as it had been earlier, and it’s becoming more and more intense. Unfortunately, at such a critical time, his head is about to explode from a migraine. Aaron struggles and says through gritted teeth, “Help me up!” It's just a headache. There's a medicine box on the private plane. He can take a painkiller. “But…” His men are stunned