The Immortunol formula would definitely be his soon.

"You're mistaken. I don't mean it that way." Roderick uttered calmly.

"Huh?" Phineas was puzzled. "What do you mean, then?"

"Both of you are here to borrow my money, aren't you?" Roderick asked back instead of answering.

Phineas let out a sheepish laugh. "Our family ran into some trouble recently, and we need some money to turn things around. That's why we've come to you, Mr. Brooks."

"How much do you need?"

"About three billion dollars?"

"Three billion!" Roderick raised an eyebrow. "Sorry, but no can do."

"What?" Phineas' shock quickly turned to dismay. "Mr. Brooks, three billion is nothing to you. Why can't you lend us the money?"

"Technically, I've already lent the money to Mr. Rhys, so you'll have to beg him for the money," Roderick replied with a sarcastic smile.

"What? You lent it to him?" The father-son duo was stunned, unable to believe their ears.

There was no way Roderick would have lent that useless punk three billion doll