Chapter 1023
However, Frank had only inserted a drop of Kat’s blood, and the sedimentation improved by leaps and bounds.
Suddenly, it was as if the ingredients he used were over 500 years old. The medicinal value of the herbal bath extract was actually on par with the herbal extract he refined from the Hale Marrow before.
In fact, even Frank’s abilities could improve if he drank this extract, which would further condense his pure vigor!
“Shit…” Frank froze, unable to calm down for a long while.
Kat’s blood was frighteningly effective… She was a walking, talking panacea spirit!
It was not surprising now that Nash was so protective over Kat… even from Frank himself.
And if Hundred Bane Sect were to find out about Kat, it would be all over for her, as they would hold her captive and bleed her like livestock.
Either way, Frank was relieved with the vial of Kat’s blood, he could both refine the herbal extract again while improving his abilities.
And with the pressing issue resolved, he could finally turn his attention to dealing with the culprits of this entire incident.
The formal opening ceremony of the farm resort was in a couple of days, and he was sure that certain individuals were eager to see him mess up.
His fingers tightening around the bottle of dark green extract, he sneered-he was not about to let this go just yet!
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The Southstream Lanes were having a family dinner.
Gavin Lane remained impassive as he sat beside his father Mark. Helen was seated on Mark’s other side, appearing fatigued but still dressed formally.
A middle-aged man sat on Gavin’s other side, and he was so rotund his suit buttons were barely holding on. While he resembled Gavin, his cheeks were pudgy too and he was busy toasting another middle-aged man sitting on his side.
Eventually, Gavin banged his knuckle on the table and glared at his rotund second brother. “What’s the deal with the farm resort, Clark?!”
Clark Lane did a double take but snorted in disdain, “I told you, Gavin. I don’t know anything.”
“Exactly,” the middle-aged man who was exchanging pleasantries with Clark earlier chimed in. “It’s a day of celebration-quit mentioning such nasty stuff.”
Naturally, the middle-aged man was Clark and Gavin’s other younger brother, Gable Lane.
In fact, as they were all sitting together and enjoying themselves with the rest of the Southstream Lanes, only Mark and Gavin appeared upset.
“You pricks!” Mark abruptly flung his fork away and pointed between Clark and Gable. “You did it, didn’t you?! I know it is even if you refuse to admit it!”
Clark appeared wounded. “Why do you keep insisting it was us, Dad?”
“Exactly,” Gable grumbled too. “You keep snapping at us when we just got back. We didn’t do a thing!”
Even Fleur Lang could not help complaining, “Why would you snap at the boys as soon as they come home? They’re the ones you have to rely on after you retire.”
