Abraham Mark wore a tailored suit crafted by a top-notch tailor, standing with his hands clasped outside the meeting room door.At that moment, Abraham was like a blade drawn from its sheath, exuding a chilling presence, with an imposing aura radiating from him.As a senior healthcare attorney in the country, Abraham Mark had won numerous medical malpractice cases, but this was the first time in his career that he was suing a pharmaceutical enterprise.In the past, his cases were mostly due to doctor errors, where victories led to hospitals compensating the patients’ families with hundreds of millions of dollars. However, suing a pharmaceutical enterprise was different. If this lawsuit succeeded, Abraham would open a new field and gain even more fame and fortune.This was a battle that had to be won, especially with the support of the Parks family. Let alone a small pharmaceutical firm like the Marshalls, even a large-scale pharmaceutical company wouldn’t be out of Abraham’s reach.Mo

Rubin in his usual grandiose manner, exclaimed: "Oh heavens, my God, surely the Lord has great favor for Young Master Reynolds. Who knew Young Master Reynolds was such a legal expert? You truly surprise me.”His exaggerated tone echoed through the meeting room, causing Abraham to pause and reflect.The latest additional interpretation? Practical application standards?What on earth was all that?The beast inside Abraham roared in frustration, unable to decipher what Alexander was talking about.One of his lawyers started searching on his phone. Moments later, with a pained expression, he handed the phone to Abraham.“Here’s the latest additional interpretation and the practical application standards issued last night. We were too busy to read this part last night.”Abraham quickly grabbed the phone, scanned the contents on the screen, and then looked as if he’d been struck by lightning.“Damn it! Why didn’t you notice this last night? All the preparations have been for nothing!” Abrah

Romina quickly moved to Jamel’s side, nudging him lightly: “Why are you just standing there? Isn’t it trendy abroad to greet people with kisses on the hand or cheek, or even a hug? Hurry up and greet Eleanor.” Jamel snapped back to reality and walked over to Eleanor, smiling. Just as he extended his arms to hug her, Alexander stepped in front of her. “Keep your little greetings to yourself. My wife was just a high school classmate to you. She doesn’t even remember your name. A handshake isn’t necessary.” Alexander smiled as he spoke. Jamel’s brow furrowed, his eyes blazing as he looked Alexander up and down

Thud! Linus’s massive frame crumpled to the ground, motionless save for his labored breathing. His wide-open eyes reflected his undying disbelief.Though his bloodline granted him remarkable resilience, Linus was utterly incapacitated. Even twitching a finger was beyond him now. He lay there, lifeless in all but the technical sense.Jamel’s heart froze. Throughout the fight, he hadn’t managed a single opportunity to act. Watching Linus fall so effortlessly, Jamel realized that even if he pushed his body to its limits, he stood no chance against Alexander.How could Alexander be this powerful? Was it even possible for anyone to surpass genetically modified humans like himself?Jamel screamed internally. Slowly, he began to back away, putting distance between himself and Alexander.“What’s wrong? Already too scared to make a move?” Alexander asked with a faint smile.Jamel glanced toward a nearby window, regaining a sliver of composure. All he needed was an escape route: “Who... who are

Standing beside Jamel, Alexander spoke disdainfully: “I know you're faking it, and I know someone will probably come to save you. But since I’m intrigued by genetic modification, I’ll let you go this time. I hope next time we meet, you’ll have your priorities straight." Jamel suppressed the urge to curse Alexander and continued pretending to be lifeless. "Damn it, of course, I know how to think! How was I supposed to know you were this strong, pretending to be useless just to mess with people!" His thoughts roiled with frustration: “It's all because the level of genetic modification was too low. I need to go back and work on secon