Antonio's skin color seemed to be purposefully tanned instead of normally pale.
"Antonio, this is Robert and Georgia."
Ivan introduced, and Antonio showed a smile that sent chills up Georgia's spine.
She felt that Antonio was looking at Robert like a predator at his prey.
Ivan had explained before arriving that, because he knew that Robert's situation was strange, Antonio had been eagerly expecting their arrival. He loved studying complex subjects.
To him, complicated research was like a stimulant that brought him to a high.
"Hello, beautiful madam."
Antonio walked up, gave Georgia a hug and a greeting kiss.
Robert's face changed at the side.
Afterwards, Antonio reached out and shook hands with Robert, giving him a polite hug.
"Mr. Simpson, I received word about your situation. I've never heard of a condition like yours, and tangible results have to come out after proper research. Follow me in. I saw the weather forecast and it might snow later. It's cold outside too. Come on in and warm up."
They followed Antonio inside. The place looked like a giant factory from the exterior.
Once they got in, though, Georgia saw the frontmost room with a huge array of computers and all sorts of documents. A few staff seemed to be busying over their own work, but there wasn't a lot of them.
As they walked back, Georgia saw a lot of strange instruments. Some were familiar, but others seemed vastly improved from the basic versions she'd seen before. Growing curious, she started discussing with Antonio.
As the two chatted, they landed on the topic of cancer cell eradication. Georgia was a professional in that field, and her discussion with Antonio slowly began to grow excited, and Antonio's gaze towards her started gleaming.
"Man, Robert, Georgia's really getting excited when it's her professional knowledge. She's getting along pretty well with Antonio. The two seem to be having a lot of fun. Maybe if they research together, there might be breakthroughs. Georgia is a deft hand at this, and if Georgia got involved in your situation, she'd rest easier, and it might turn up with something."
Ivan was exclaiming, while Robert's attention was focused more on how his wife was getting closer and closer to Antonio. The two seemed to be discussing something particular and were meshing with each other, both their eyes shining.
"I feel like you've found me a rival."
Robert complained to his brother. Ivan blinked, then chuckled.
"Don't worry, Robert. Antonio's a playboy who switches girlfriends every year. Georgia won't take a liking to them. They're in the same field in professional knowledge. Antonio's just too broad in his knowledge, so the two can talk. We can wait here. They look like they'll be going on for a while. Don't interrupt their thought process."
"If I had gone into this business in the beginning, could I have reached Antonio's level?"
Robert turned to Ivan and asked. Ivan shook his head right away.
"Brother, Antonio isn't just a regular genius. He's a monster. He went for several majors at once. Other than biopharmaceutical enterprise, mathematics, physics and robotics, he also went for art and music. He's got a solid grasp of several professions and can even write songs and sing, then go out and flirt with women. I don't compare myself to Antonio. It hurts my pride.
"Don't compare yourself to him, Robert. There are far stronger people out there in the world, and understanding that makes you mature."
Ivan patted his brother on the shoulder and sighed.
His brother did have a sense of danger just from Georgia hitting it off with Antonio.
But a monster like Antonio couldn't be matched. Even on money, so long as Antonio was willing to do research for major companies, with his ability, he could willingly get stock shares just for going in do research. In a word, he was just that ridiculous.
Antonio brought Georgia around all his instruments and explained them. Georgia was astonished and even bought a few sets off him, planning on installing them in MU and her own lab.
She felt like it would turn out great results if she used those instruments to collect data, and be much more efficient. She also got to know all sorts of new directions and experimental possibilities from Antonio, which was a great catch.
The two wiled away almost an hour before they remembered that Robert and Ivan were still waiting for them.
Georgia walked apologetically next to Robert.
"Just talking with Antonio had me forget the time. He says you can go check with him now. He's got a lot of instruments for the checkup and he can run them all, but the results would only come out tomorrow."
Robert nodded, held his wife's hand, then Antonio led them to those all sorts of fancy instruments for a scan.
He felt like an animal being put through all sorts of instruments and checked.
Of course, Antonio also took a few dozen milliliters of blood to study.
After all that, Georgia also told Antonio how Robert had fainted and coughed blood twice.
"Before, when we did the test, I feel like my husband's body was somewhat in balance, and the cancer cells and anti-cancer substances were cancelling each other out. I'm not so sure now, but I don't dare use the instruments in the country to check. We found that someone was targeting the data on Robert's blood, so we waited until today to check with you."
"A freak like me gets more interested the stranger the situation is. I wanted to have you over right away. But there's not a lot of people like me. If they're targeting you and stealing data, I suspect they've got a preliminary understanding of Mr. Simpson's body, or the data has a lot of value. They might have a similar situation to try to steal it. Don't worry, though. They wouldn't understand it even if they stole my experimental data. I encrypt and check it with my own method and ordinary people wouldn't get it."
Georgia smiled gratefully at Antonio.
At about five in the afternoon, Ivan brought Robert and Georgia out of the place.
It was snowing, and very cold.
But when Georgia and Robert arrived at the door to their mansion, she found an unexpected visitor.
It was a middle-aged man she didn't know.
Behind that middle-aged man was a lengthened limo.
"Miss Lane, Mr. Simpson, the old man would like to see you. Are you free tonight?"
"By old man, do you mean Linus Powell?"