Chapter 1617
Tristan Collins was stern, "I have my own understanding of these matters; you don’t need to worry about them."
"Do you really understand?" The Holts looked at him earnestly, eyes piercing as she pushed back, "We had you develop the Company not to make ill-gotten gains! The Whites’ vaccine is selling like hotcakes now, but I’ve heard this whole ss was their doing. How is that different from those repairn who deliberately scatter nails on the road to puncture tires and drum up business?"
Tristan Collins was resolute, "Mother, I was unaware of this. They ca to for a partnership two years ago; the deal looked beneficial and harmless to the Collinses, so naturally, I agreed. As for what you ntioned about creating chaos to sell vaccines, I’m afraid, that’s not true."
"Do you really believe that’s not true?" The Holts questioned again.
Tristan Collins pursed his lips, but his sharp eyes dared not et his mother’s gaze.
He indeed wasn’t quite sure.
Concerning the New Human Project, he knew very little. According to what Hans White had told him, it was supposed to be a straightforward dical research project aid at helping to develop human intelligence.
As for anything else, he didn’t know much more.
Regarding the Mutated Beings, he regarded them as dical research accidents, which were uncontrollable.
And now, he wasn’t quite sure anymore.
Whether or not it was a conspiracy, it was, in fact, a once-in-a-lifeti opportunity for the Collinses.
He didn’t really want to give it up.
That’s why he’d been playing dumb all along.
"In any case, I’ll handle the Company’s affairs. Those who should study should study, and those who should retire should retire," he said with a cold attitude.
Theodore Collins couldn’t help but interject: "Then I won’t help you manage the Company in the future. I don’t want to collaborate with those unethical people!"
Tristan Collins glared over, "We’ll have that talk when you’ve grown up!"
"Tanner is still being taken care of by your sister; his frailty, doesn’t that seem like divine retribution to you?" his mother said sadly.
Tristan Collins’s expression beca chaotic, but he said, "Enough, let’s not talk about this anymore!"
With a flick of his hand, he left the Room.
Theodore looked to the Holts, pleading, "Grandma, shall we continue trying to persuade Dad?"
The Holts sighed and shook her head, "I think, in this world, nobody can persuade him except your mother!"
Tristan Collins felt a surge of anger in his heart. He didn’t return to his Room but instead went to the kitchen to find so alcohol.
The Butler, seeing this, hurriedly prepared it for him, to calm him down.
Neither of them noticed that just on the other side of the wall at this mont, Rosalind Taylor was standing pressed against it.
She had climbed over the wall from the other side.
It had been decades since she last did sothing so disgraceful, but the first ti she tried, she took a nasty tumble and almost sprained her ankle.
Not long ago, the Butler relayed Tristan Collins’s words to her, indicating he would no longer interfere in their affairs.
Knowing her chances were slim, she ca up with another idea.
If Tristan Collins wouldn’t help her, she would have to pay soone to do it.
But she didn’t have much to her na, so she would have to take it from Tristan Collins.
She rembered the location of Tristan Collins’s safe and knew the combination.
Inside, there was enough money for her to hire soone to rescue Raine Nolan.
At that mont, she peeked through the Window and saw Tristan Collins sitting by the dining table, facing away from her, holding a wine glass in his hand.
This was her chance.
She hurried forward.
Just then, a voice ca from inside—
"Sir, it’s late. You should not drink too much. After finishing this glass, please go to sleep," the Butler advised cautiously.
Tristan Collins scoffed coldly, saying only, "Keep pouring, fill it up."
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