Chapter 503 A Dangerous Bargain

White’s bface /bdarkened instantly. Gone was his previous leisure–his expression twisted into bsomething /bsharp and venomous.

b“/bI bnever /bshould’ve gone easy on you,” he spat.

He should’ve killed Jonathan when he had the chanceb. /b

In the end, it was his own greed that had undone him.

Their current research was all built on Jonathan’s original models. Each new generation of tech might have looked different, but the core remained unchanged. He had wanted to go further, reach new heights -but the idiots under him were incapable of delivering.

He couldn’t understand how Jonathan’s brain worked–how someone could outss so many others bso /bthoroughly.

That was why he had turned to neural expansion–researching the development of the brain. And even then, none of his people could match Jonathan.

Watching White’s mood shift with interest, Jonathan smiled calmly. “Your father’s on his way. Got anything you want me to tell him?”

White’s expression turned even colder.

He red at Jonathan. “You really are courting death.”

He had never wanted his father and Jonathan to meet. Though he had run background checks on Jonathan countless times and found nothing suspicious, he still felt uneasy.

He couldn’t exin why. Maybe it was the way Jonathan carried himself–that sharp,manding aura so identical to his father’s.

At first, Jonathan hadn’t had that presence. But over time, he began to mimic it.

Because in the end, he was nothing more than a stand–in. It was only thanks to his face that his father even acknowledged him.

He had a bad feeling: once his father met Jonathan, he would absolutely admire him. He knew his father’s tastes better than anyone.

Strong. Capable. Fierce. Smart. A fast learner.

On the surface, people always said he and Jonathan were alike in how quickly they learned. But no one knew the brutal cost of his sess.

He always acted nonchnt, but behind the scenes, he poured in endless time, money, and bsleepless /bnights.

No one saw that side of him. And all of it had been to earn his father’s approval.

And he had seeded–he was no longer on the fringes, but a core member of the family.

bYet /bdeep down, he had never stopped feeling uneasy. Because no matter what, a fake was still a fake.

If his father ever realized how extraordinary Jonathan was, he would definitely take notice.

The onlyfort was that there was no blood rtion between them.

At that thought, he gave a twisted smile. “Jonathan, you’re going to die.”

He knew his father well. A man who could tolerate an exceptional child—but never a threat to his own

power.

Jonathan was a threat. His father would eliminate him.

Jonathan raised an eyebrow, indifferent. “I’ll be waiting. But is that really all you called me here to say?”

Seeing Jonathan’s calm demeanor, White took a deep breath and forced himself ito /isettle down. Finally, he got to the real point.

“Jonathan, let me go. We’ll stay out of each other’s way.”

He went on, “I’ll even make it worth your whilepensate you and the Wynn family. You should know I don’t make small offers.”

He added, “Your family’s influence abroad doesn’tpare to the Victor family’s. I can help you get what you want. What do you think? Tempted?”

Jonathan tapped the face of his watch and said, “I have to admit, that’s a generous offer. You’re much more straightforward than your father–definitely more sincere. It’s tempting.”

He smiled. “But only tempting. It’s not enough to move meb.” /b

White clenched his teeth. “I’ll throw in the chip technology. You may not work in that field, but I’m sure you understand the potential profits.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Is that enough?”

Jonathan didn’t react–but the people eavesdropping certainly did.

They had long heard whispers that White had developed a chip capable of influencing emotions and expanding brain function.

It was the kind of thing that could make anyone’s mouth water.

That was why White hadn’t been dealt with yet–they’d been hoping to pry the secret from him.

They hadn’t expected him to offer it up so easily–especially not to Jonathan.

“You shouldn’t be discussing this with me,” Jonathan said tly, his gaze frosty.

White chuckled. “We may be enemies, but I can ept losing to you. That’s why you’re the only one I’d

offer this to.”

He leaned forward. “Take your time. Think it over. There’s no rush.”

bDall /b

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Dargain

White stared at Jonathan with quiet confidence.

He bwas /bsure–Jonathan would ept.