Sue alighted and smiled at the GTR driver. "You're just too young to understand certain things."As she finished, she glanced pointedly at Frank—she really was in a bind, and they would have crashed if Frank did not intervene in time.Still, she had included Frank in her calculations even before she pulled her stunt and was therefore not that worried."I see… I guess I lack vital experience!" The GTR driver nodded. "I'm sorry if I had been insulting before, Ms. Fisher. Can I buy you lunch as an apology?"Sue glanced at the sun, which had not even risen above the mountains, and shook her head. "Sorry, but I just had breakfast. Not hungry!"With that, the GTR driver had no choice but to leave. He could press his luck if he won, but his skill had proven lacking when he was beaten at the very last second. It seemed that he would have to train more and beat Sue eventually!With that, Sue returned to her Lamborghini and stopped at the gas station, sighing. "Sport cars are great at ev
"Ahem!"Sue cleared her throat, dragging Igor back to reality.He quickly apologized. "Sorry, I can be a little tactless… Please don't take offense.""It's alright!" Frank shrugged. "Just show me the results of your research.""Alright, this way please!"Igor led Frank into the mansion and instructed some of the scientists to help with the demonstration.They were perfectly calm as they worked, even chatting while they did."Who's the dude? Ms. Fisher has never brought anyone here before… except him!""You don't know, huh? He's Lugh Frankton, a big shot in Shagan! I'm sure you've heard of Pax Jaric, but that guy somehow snapped or something and gave Lugh everything he had!""Pax Jaric? But he's just a town-level bigwig. He doesn't hold a candle to Ms. Fisher!""Nah, that's not the whole story. Check out his ring… Word has it that it's a classified item!"-And while everyone was working, Igor gave Frank a rundown on their successes."There are no human trials just yet. We'
Seeing that Sue was livid, Igor promptly told the staff to turn on the projector screen and play the recording of the experiment for Frank.It was a time-lapse video, showing that in just three days, a lab rat with its rear leg miraculously regenerated moved around like nothing happened.The later footage of macaques showed the same result, and some of their arms were significantly stronger after regenerating, with one almost punching through the tempered glass.Sue sighed in relief—thank goodness Igor actually produced results, or she would be humiliated.Turning to Frank, she asked, "So? Is the result acceptable?""Sure." Frank smiled and nodded.Regeneration had been a challenge that medicine had tried to surpass but failed. Still, with lost limbs being a start, the logical next step was organs—even the brain. Moreover, Theseus' paradox did not apply here. Judging from how the macaques and the rats could move soon after regenerating, the new limbs inherited the muscle memori
"Sign this to finalize your divorce if you have no further questions," the woman in a flowery dress said as she pushed a sheet of paper toward Frank Lawrence.They were seated at Lane Manor, and Frank's sharp brows furrowed as he stared at the divorce agreement before turning to the woman who was his mother in law, Gina Zonda. "What's this?"Gina folded her arms across her chest and said flatly, "Lane Holdings has just gone public—that means the gap between you and Helen are growing ever further apart. Since you're no help to her in her career, all you would do is tie her down, and it's therefore ideal for you to divorce her sooner."Frank smiled bitterly. "Is this what Helen thinks, or is that what you think?"Gina glowered. "This is what every member of my family thinks. Henry may have arranged this marriage between you and Helen, but we've been kind to you as you freeloaded from us over the last three years. Sign this if you know what's good for you."Frank inhaled deeply.For
As Frank strode out of Lane Manor, he turned to look at the place he lived at for three years.He had come here all alone and now left empty-handed.Just then, a Rolls-Royce sped toward him from a distance, stopping just beside him. The door opened, and a middle-aged man dressed sharply in a suit alighted, grinning broadly as he jogged up to Frank. "Mr. Lawrence…""What are you doing here?" Frank asked as he stared at the man—he was Trevor Zurich, the CEO of Trevor International. "I've recently partnered with your wife for a development project in West City, and I've come to discuss the details with her," Trevor admitted.Frank nodded but said, "There's no need for a discussion—Helen now has the Wesley family's backing and doesn't need ours, and she's no longer my wife.""What?!" Trevor exclaimed, flabbergasted. "What's going on?""Helen and I got divorced," Frank admitted. "From now on, there's no connection between myself and the Lanes."Then, turning toward Trevor and gen
Frank was napping in Trevor's car when his phone rang, waking him up.Seeing that it was Helen, he answered and promptly heard her asking coldly, "Frank, are you with Mr. Zurich right now?"Frank glanced at Trevor, who was sitting beside him. "Yeah."Helen took a deep breath to calm her rising blood pressure—it seemed that Peter was not lying!"You disappoint me, Frank," she growled. "If you're upset, you can tell it to my face—why backstab my family?"Frank rubbed his temple as he replied, "Would you believe it if I told you that I didn't?""Then why would Mr. Zurich leave right after arriving at my doorstep?!" Helen demanded. "He also annulled our partnership!""Trevor's decision is his own and has nothing to do with me."Convinced that Frank was a coward and would not admit to it, Helen was left seething and growling at every word. "You really disappoint me."Frank's voice suddenly turned cool as well. "It seems all you care about is what you want to believe and not the act
Pow! Pow! Pow!The air in the room cracked.Yara struck with power and determination, exchanging over a dozen blows with Frank in no time at all.The latter had no intention to hurt, however, merely doing enough to defend himself.Even if he was not in peak condition, Yara was never going to best him."Stop it, Yara," Vicky snapped from the bed just then.Yara did as she was told, though she was also giving Vicky a wounded look. "That brat…""That's enough," Vicky said flatly. "Show some manners—Mr. Lawrence is here to help me."In reality, Vicky was upset with Frank as well, since Yara's father was her mentor.However, as the heiress to her family legacy and herself a martial arts prodigy, she should stay calm at all times.Moreover, she could immediately tell that Frank's abilities were outstanding when he exchanged blows with Yara, and that he was clearly holding back. That was why she told Yara to stop—Yara would definitely lose if he went all out.Naturally, Yara woul
"Are you done staring?" Yara could not help snapping at Frank, certainly able to see that he was staring fixedly at Vicky.Even if Frank proved his martial arts prowess, she suspected that he was taking advantage of Vicky, claiming that undressing her was for treatment.Frank smiled, showing no sign of embarrassment as he said earnestly, "I couldn't help staring just then. Ms. Turnbull is just that mesmerizing.""Haha." Vicky laughed. "Honest, aren't you?"She was actually surprised that Frank would admit to it so boldly, unlike self-proclaimed gentlemen who would never admit to their actions. Suddenly flashing a vague smile at Frank, she added, "You can look as much as you want if you heal me.""You don't have to. Beautiful things are unforgettable from the very first gaze," Frank said, shaking his head.Taking out a needle, his fingers brushed over the smooth skin on her chest, feeling a cool sensation just then.Vicky gasped and shuddered as he inserted the needle just abov