Chapter 381

Zeb returned home late that same night and headed to his father’s study.

Seeing his son, Cram put down the book he was reading and asked, “I heard Henry Lane’s birthday was today. How did you do?”

“Terrible. I was humiliated.” Zeb huffed. “Frank Lawrence stole my thunder–not only did the Chief of General Affairs‘ secretary come to see him, but all of the Turnbulls‘ associates were there as well, inviting Frank to visit them!”

“Fine, then put all of that behind you,” Cram lectured. “Right now, you should be trying to get the Rejuvenation Pill recipe.”

“I would, but Helen doesn’t really trust me right now.” Zeb sighed exasperatedly.

Cram mused to himself for a while and said, “Then it’s time I stepped up.”

Zeb quickly warned him, “Dad, you shouldn’t underestimate Frank Lawrence. He’s no pushover.”

“Haha!” Cram laughed. “If he were really that amazing, he wouldn’t be freeloading off the Lane family for three years. You just stay out of this, and think of a way to win over Helen and her money. We’ll rise above once I get the recipe.”

Zeb nodded right then–he would certainly like to win over Helen too.

Now, it seemed that he would have to resort to a more hands–on approach.

Early next morning, Frank had just finished washing up when he received a call from Trevor Zurich.

He had already found a completely renovated mansion near Skywater Bay for Carol that she could move into anytime.

Frank nodded in satisfaction and informed Carol about that.

After breakfast, a security guard informed Frank that a guest had arrived.

Frank was surprised–who would be visiting this early in the morning?

Still, he let them in.

It turned out to be none other than Cram, who was surprised Frank lived in such luxury.

He was even more shocked when he met Frank personally–despite Frank’s slender frame, his presence was imposing, and he was exceedingly good looking.

Perplexed to see Cram in turn, Frank nodded and asked, “To whom do I owe the pleasure?”

Cram smiled. “Cram Larkin, at your service. Your reputation precedes you, Mr. Lawrence.”

Frank frowned right then. “Larkin? Then Zeb Larkin is your…”

Cram nodded. “Zeb is my son.”

Any good opinion Frank had of the man was gone immediately, though he tried his best to be cordial. He might hate Zeb, but he had no reason to attack a man who came in peace.

“Then tell me, Mr. Larkin… To what do I owe the pleasure?” he asked.

Cram smiled. “I’ve come mainly to apologize to you, since things have been unpleasant between you and my son…”

Frank raised a hand to stop him. “I’m busy, Mr. Larkin. Please cut to the chase.‘

“Very well. My son told me that you invented the Rejuvenation Pill,” Cram said right then. And I came to ask for the recipe.”

Frank’s expression cooled right then. “In that case, you can leave. I’m never giving it to you.”