Jston, the RF Group.


    Having just finished an urgent meeting, Ryan walked out of the conference


    room.


    Gary hurriedly followed, reporting, "That Smith family illegitimate son just called to confirm the news about our cooperation with SZ Technology."


    "Okay."


    Ryan didn''t seem to care, striding towards his office.


    It was just another round of internal strife within the Smith family. The real question was whether Frank had the capability to decisively defeat his opponents this time. Gary was somewhat puzzled. "Why are we cooperating with SZ Technology at this crucial moment?"


    Publicly, the RF Group indeed needed SZ Technology''s patented technology, but there was no need to coborate at this particr time.


    Privately, since I had run off with Frank, why was the president still helping his rival?


    Ryan tugged at his tie and sat down as he turned to look at Gary. "Do you really think that if I don''t cooperate with him, he won''t be able to fight them off?" Lucas had ambition butcked the vision and ability, resorting only to underhanded tactics.


    The Smith Group would eventually belong to Frank. It was just a matter of when.


    Gary was confused. "But with the RF Group involved, he will be more sessful. Why are you helping him?"


    "I''m not helping him." Ryan pressed his aching stomach, gazing out at the flickering neon lights, his voice deep. "I''m just repaying a debt."


    The debt that he owed her.


    If Frank sessfully took over the Smith Group and it made her life a bit easier, then it would be the best oue.


    Ryan smiled again. "Moreover, acquiring SZ''s patented technology as soon as possible is beneficial for advancing our own projects."


    n waited in the car. When Frank emerged from the Smith family''s residence, he instructed his subordinates to withdraw and got out of the car himself. Frank was quite confident about his sess this time.


    But he wasn''t willing to gamble on the possibility of failure, even if it was a one-in-a-million chance. He had promised Charlotte that nothing would go wrong. So, he had prepared thoroughly.


    n had kept his team on standby outside, ready to handle any unexpected situations.


    He opened the car door for Frank without asking any questions. Only after the car had left the mansion did he ask, "Frank, did everything go ording to n?" Frank smiled. "What do


    you think?"


    n breathed a sigh of relief. "In my opinion, we should have handed the evidence to the police."N?velDrama.Org owns this.


    "Being imprisoned would be too easy for him." Frank''s eyes turned cold, a faint, bitter smile on his lips. "Only by keeping him out can we control the situation." "That''s true!"


    n perked up, sneering. "Frank, leave this to me. I have ways to make him wish he were dead."


    "Alright." Frank nodded, ncing at him through the rearview mirror. "Just one thing-don''t let him die." Charlotte was kind-hearted, and Frank didn''t want to involve in any fatal matters unless absolutely necessary.


    "I know. If he''s dead, it''s pointless," said n.


    "Yes," Frank responded vaguely, checking the time. "Drive faster."


    It was almost eight o''clock. If he didn''t get home soon, Charlotte would start to worry.


    Just then, he saw a WhatsApp message pop up on his phone, and a rxed smile spread across his lips. Mrs. Smith: "Frank, I''m almost home. What about you?"


    As I waited for the traffic light at the closest intersection to home, I sent Frank a WhatsApp message.


    When the green light came on, I stepped on the gas and slowly drove into themunity''s underground car park.


    Just as I got out of the car, a young but somewhat greasy man blocked my way, saying, "Mrs. Frost, right? I''m Felix."