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 asion 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 ce.


    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 porcin 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 tly. “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 ns to get


    those defective Rejuvenation Pills off Hugo Goodman.


    Frank nced at the porcin vase Zeb held in turn and chuckled coolly. “Oh, it’s a porcin vase


    dating back to thest century?”


    “Haha! I’m surprised you could actually tell that much.” Zeb snorted smugly. “It’s an official’s possession


    Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    during that era and worth a million.”


    “A million dor item? You’re really thick–skinned, huh?” Frank said tly. “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


    Nheless, 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,unching a shot of his vigor at Zeb’s knees. “Ouch!” Zeb yelped in pain as he


    fell forward!