Cram quickly said, “Don’t reject me in a hurry, Mr. Lawrence. I’m buying the recipe, not demanding it—moreover, we can keep working together in the future. Or are you intent on having Vicky Turnbull as your sugar mommy for life? Really? A man of your talents?”
Frank laughed at that.
Cram, however, thought he was on to something since Frank did not argue and quickly added, “My family is no dynasty, but if you join me, we can build an empire where we reap all the benefits!”
“That’s enough.” Frank raised a hand to stop him. “I’ll say it one last time–I’ll never give you the Rejuvenation Pill or work with you. You can leave.”
Did Cram even know how influential the Turnbulls really were? Was he that stupid to believe Frank would trade the Turnbulls for him?!
Cram frowned. “This is your chance at a new lease of life, Mr. Lawrence. You’d better think about it–I’m as sincere as I can be, so don’t spit on my kindness.”
In Cram’s mind, Frank had a lot to gain in working for him–a gigolo like him would never get a better life otherwise!
Frank laughed coldly in turn. “What if I spit on your kindness? What are you going to do about it?”
He actually thought Cram was reasonable, only for the latter to start threatening him as soon as he was refused.
It was not surprising that Zeb was Cram’s son–birds of the same feather truly flocked together.
Cram narrowed his eyes and growled coolly, “Well, I can’t do anything to you… would become horrible soon enough. Dealing with you couldn’t be simpler.”
Frank snorted in cold disdain. “Very well, I don’t mind seeing what you can pull off. I’ll play with you anytime you like.”
With that, Frank turned and shut the door in Cram’s face.
Cram was left pointing at the door, fuming.
He did not think he would be disrespected like this when he came to talk to Frank.
As he stormed off, he vowed to show Frank what he could do!
At the same time, Frank returned to his room.
He did not worry even when he was up against the Salazars, and he was certainly not about to worry about the Larkins now.
Right now, he had a more pressing issue, and that was to extract the Earthen Dragonheart.
He instructed Winter not to bother him for a while and to call Trevor if anything happened while he was in seclusion.
With that, he entered a sealed room and assumed a meditative pose.
Placing the Earthen Dragonheart in a cauldron, he began to direct his vigor as trained to absorb the herbal essence.
Once the essence seeped into his veins, it began to wash over Frank’s meridians.
His body’s abundant vigor was hence gradually refined into pure vigor, each particle slowly gathering in his solar plexus and building into a solid swirl.
His physique solidified further as he directed pure vigor through his veins just like how he was trained.
He sat like a frozen statue, only deriving endless pleasure and no pain from using pure vigor to refine his body.
A vortex seemed to build around him in that sealed room as days passed, swirling endlessly around him…