Tiana spoke with an icy tone. "Where are those formulas of yours? I'm guessing that punk Andrew handed you some worthless nonsense just to pacify you."

Lauren's face darkened. "Mom, Dr. Lloyd's formulas are highly classified. I can't show it to you yet due to confidentiality. But if you think it's trash, then I'm sorry to say that your prejudice has blinded you. Bane's formulas don't even compare to what Dr. Lloyd provided."

Tiana scoffed. "You're letting your attachment to Andrew cloud your judgment. Let me remind you—Bane is a top talent from the Advanced Medical Institute. Whether his formulas are perfect or not, it's far superior to anything Andrew could offer. If Bane's work weren't up to par, then Andrew's would be absolute garbage, not even worth reviewing."

Lauren clenched her teeth. "You keep claiming that you're giving Michael and me equal opportunities, but in the end, you're still biased toward him, aren't you?"

Tiana's gaze hardened. "Bane's formulas are already in