NovelEnglishChapter 165 Conrad, You Thief
Sloane stopped walking and turned to face Larry, her gaze sharp and cold. “Mr. Larry, | don’t care what your
intentions are-I'm not interested in getting to know 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 and composed state. “Ms. Rivers, you certainly don’t mince words.
But wanting to be friends with you isn’t sempty pretense-I genuinely mean it.”
Sloane gave a cold laugh, 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 something complicated
crossed his eyes.
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He murmured under his breath, “Sloane, do you really hatethat much? Or is it because of Lucas?”
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 Blackhawk and showing sacademic 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 investment communities.
Rivers Group's stock price soared, and Conrad, riding the wave of success, 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, flashing a composed 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 successfully passed clinical trials!
These exciting results mark a groundbreaking advance that will revolutionize treatment for cardiovascular and
cerebrovascular diseases-offering hope to countless patients!”
The audience erupted in applause; camera flashes 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, flanked 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 never cout of that coma, you'd have gotten away with stealing the nanobot
thrombolysis technology | 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 remain composed. 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 classmates once and worked on a few experiments together-but that doesn’t give you
the right to claim my research as your own.”
Conrad thought. The fire destroyed everything, there's no way he has proof
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