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Cram had managed to hoard a considerable sum thanks to his womanizing and was hoping his son could take up the mantle.
Naturally, with the Rejuvenation Pill selling like hot cakes and the discovery that Helen’s ex- husband was the one who invented it, Cram tasked his son with getting the recipe from Helen.
That went south too.
“Look, Dad–Helen has no influence over Frank anyway,” Zeb said awkwardly. “And she’s very careful, saying she’d only consider investments after her grandfather’s birthday…”
Cram thought about it. “Then work on Henry instead, and get the recipe soon.”
“I know…” Zeb sighed–it seemed that he had to attend Henry’s birthday party.
Meanwhile, Frank drove to Riverton’s antique bazaar–after his training for the day–he would never forget Henry’s birthday, and he certainly regarded the occasion with importance.
Henry always had a passion for antiques, which was why Frank had decided to choose one instead of having Trevor do it.
However, he only found counterfeits everywhere after walking around the place.
He was choosing a gift–surely he could not give something fake.
“Oh, if it isn’t Frank Lawrence?”
Frank turned to the scornful voice to find Zeb standing there, holding a porcelain vase which looked like it cost a lot.
“What brings the great shareholder of Grande Pharma here?” Zeb sneered.
“Is there a problem with me being here?” Frank retorted flatly. “You’re here, aren’t you?”
“Sure, whatever you say.” Zeb chuckled. “Here to pick something for Helen’s grandfather, aren’t you? To think a bigwig like you would pick some cheap crap from the street… It’s really just going through the motions for you, huh?”
He was certainly eager to mock Frank however he could, since Frank had sabotaged his plans to get those defective Rejuvenation Pills off Hugo Goodman.
Frank glanced at the porcelain vase Zeb held in turn and chuckled coolly. “Oh, it’s a porcelain vase dating back to the last century?”
“Haha! I’m surprised you could actually tell that much.” Zeb snorted smugly. “It’s an official’s possession during that era and worth a million.”
“A million dollar item? You’re really thick–skinned, huh?” Frank said flatly. “I’d also advise you to pick something else–Henry likes antiques, but he prefers paintings or manuscripts.”
Zeb was stunned.
He only found out from Cindy and Peter that Henry liked antiques, b what his grandfather actually liked.
not even Peter knew
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Nonetheless, Zeb snorted. “Did you think I’d buy your crap? What I give shows my sincerity, and the old man would definitely like it. Who knows, he might be so pleased with it that he’d arrange for Helen to marry me! Hahaha…”
Frank’s eyes narrowed, and Zeb was certainly pleased to see him upset. “Don’t get jealous now, boy. Now keep scrounging.”
Frank growled, “Don’t trip over yourself.”
“You’re just jealous!” Zeb gloated as he walked.
Frank flicked his fingers, launching a shot of his vigor at Zeb’s knees. “Ouch!” Zeb yelped in pain as he fell forward!
