Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

Chapter 2095 I Have Got An Idea

Patrick nodded with regret written all over his face. “Yes. I poured most of my life savings along with my blood, sweat, and tears into the research lab, yet I haven’t achieved a satisfactory result even until now. I regret it!”

Upon hearing that, Davin and Sheila were dumbstruck. They looked at each other, for they had both mistakenly assumed that he had realized the error of his ways and repented. Unexpectedly, Patrick continued, “I regret not starting the research earlier. If I had begun ten years earlier, the research results would definitely be of satisfaction to me. But it’s too late. Even if I regret it now, I don’t have much time left.”

Sheila was promptly stupefied. Davin was similarly surprised. Truth be told, Patrick’s complete reversal shocked them.

“Dad, are you saying that if you were given a new lease on life, you’d still choose to set up the research lab and continue researching…” that despicable technology that steals other companies’ confidential information unscrupulously?

Davin hadn’t the courage to voice out the latter half of his utterance, so he merely completed it inwardly.

In response, Patrick nodded. “I would’ve started earlier. But, it’s too late to say all that now!”

Subsequently, he again lamented the fickleness of life and the fact that he had never expected himself to have only two months left to live. He grieved while bemoaning his fate, looking no different from someone who had been sentenced to death by some disease and was praying for a ray of survival.

to him and comforted

the spot, so Davin tugged at her sleeve. They both proceeded to walk out of

reached the living room, Davin leaned close to her. “I think there’s no cure for your father. Even with his death close at hand,

back at your father. That should be my line. Don’t you think you’re being too awful

speaking the truth. I don’t mean anything else. You heard your father’s remarks earlier

looks like we

fake medical report yet. Let’s

is there a chance that he’ll really contract some kind of disease from the fright? I mean, look at his sorrowful look just now. He really thinks that he’s going to

you were to tell him that the medical report is fake and he’s not terminally ill but hale and hearty, I can guarantee you that he’ll

merely casting a glance

knew that he was

what Patrick admitted

now? How can we get him to

All of a sudden, a light bulb seemingly went off in Sheila’s head, for her eyes

Davin, I’ve