Chapter i165 /iConrad, You Thief

    Sloane stopped walking and turned to face Larry, her gaze sharp and cold. “Mr. Larry, I don’t care what your intentions are–I’m not interested in getting ito /iknow you. And please, save the pointless probing.”

    Larry froze for a second, clearly not expecting Sloane to shut him down so bluntly. The smile on his face faltered slightly but quickly returned to its usual calm andposed state. “Ms. Rivers, you certainly don’t mince words. But wanting to be friends with you isn’t some empty pretense–I genuinely mean it.”

    Sloane gave a coldugh, her voice openly distant. “Mr. Larry, keep your genuine intentions for someone else. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going.”

    With that, she didn’t give Larry a chance to respond. She turned and walked off briskly.

    Larry remained where he was, watching her disappear into the distance. A flicker of somethingplicated crossed his eyes.

    He murmured under his breath, “Sloane, do you really hate me that much? Or is it because of Lucasb?/bb” /b

    Meanwhile, Sloane made it to the intersection and hailed a cab back to her apartment.

    Marshall had also tried contacting her, but she ignored him and there wasn’t much he could do about it.

    Sloane knew exactly what kind of person he was, he never lifted a finger unless there was something in it for him. Now that she was part of ckhawk and showing some academic promise, he was likely hoping to win her over.

    But she no longer cared about the Rivers family,

    The nanobot thrombolysis technology Conrad had spearheaded–with investment from the Houston Group–had just achieved a major breakthrough in clinical trials.

    As soon as the news broke, it caused an uproar in both the medical and investmentmunities.

    Rivers Group’s istock /iprice soared, and Conrad, riding the wave of sess, decided to host a grand press conference to showcase the results to the public.

    Larry, as an investor, also attended the event.

    Sloane had gone undercover, dressed in disguise, and slipped into the crowd.

    Conrad stood confidently onstage in a sharp suit, shing aposed smile as he addressed the audience. “Friends from the media, thank you for your attention and support toward Rivers Group. Today, I’m honored to announce that the nanobot thrombolysis technology I’ve been developing has sessfully passed clinical trials! These exciting results mark a groundbreaking advance that will revolutionize treatment for cardiovascr and cerebrovascr diseases–offering hope to countless patients!”

    The audience erupted in apuse; camera shes lit up the room.

    Conrad took it all in with satisfaction, as if he could already see himself standing at the very pinnacle of the industry.

    But just as he was about to continue boasting about the breakthrough and its grand significance, the conference doors suddenly burst open.

    A man in a wheelchair was pushed into the room, nked by several uniformed police officers.

    The room fell dead silent. Every eye turned toward the young man.

    Conrad’s face went pale, though he quickly forced a smile and called out in surprise, “Jayson, you’re awake, that’s wonderful news.”

    The young man was wheeled to the front of the stage, eyes burning with fury as he stared Conrad down. “You’re thrilled I woke up. If I’d nevere out of thata, you’d have gotten away with stealing the nanobot thrombolysis technology I developed.”

    The crowd erupted in shocked murmurs, and the reporters rushed to raise their cameras, snapping photos of both Jayson and Conrad.

    Conrad’s face turned ghostly white, but he still forced himself to remainposed. With a stiff smile, he scoffed, “Jayson, what nonsense are you spouting? That technology was the result of years of my own painstaking research. Sure, we were ssmates once and worked on a few experiments together–but that idoesn’t /igive you the right to im my research as your own.”

    Conrad thought. iThe /ifire destroyed everything, there’s ino /iway he has proof