Chapter 260 Racing Back to Pyrin

• The assistant's excitement was hard to miss as he paced outside the lab, barely able to contain himself.
• Inside, George adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and rubbed his temple, his movements calm yet purposeful. As the lab door slid open, he stepped out in his spotless white lab coat, exuding an air of cool detachment.
• "What's going on?" he asked, his voice low and slightly rough, carrying a richness that seemed to resonate in the air.