Wells stopped at the office door and began clapping, his applause dripping with mockery.
He said coldly, "Simon Stagg, are you threatening me?"
Simon Stagg said viciously in a low voice, "I don't want this either. I need him." He was already growing old and had no idea how much longer he had left. Otherwise, he would not have stolen Danton Black's research results. It was for fame, but also for a longer life. Having reached his status and standing, revered by others and placed high above them, what he feared most was losing it all. Especially as his body aged, making death feel ever closer. Lin Li's abilities, far beyond those of ordinary people, had shocked him and stirred his ambition. Perhaps Lin Li carried the genetic secret to extending life—a secret Simon Stagg was unwilling to give up.
Wells sneered. "Okay. Announce it to the whole world. Then I'll gather every biological expert in the world to study him—everyone except you."
Simon Stagg was furious. If that happened, there would be no point in making it public. It would only benefit others, while he himself could do nothing but wait for death.
Wells was one of the most eminent, authoritative, almost legendary figures in the world. He absolutely had the ability to make that happen. Simon Stagg did not dare gamble on whether he would.
He did not dare gamble on whether Wells was telling the truth.
He struggled inwardly for a moment before finally deciding that no matter how much money, property, or how vast a company he possessed, once he died, none of it would mean anything. Only if he remained alive did any of it have meaning.
Simon Stagg said, "I agree, Wells. You win."
Wells turned his wheelchair around, raised his wineglass, and gestured