Chapter 50: Skills That Superiors Must Master

Dr. Connors always prided himself on being a man of gratitude. Though at the beginning, Wayne Enterprises had made an offer too enticing to refuse, his sense of loyalty to Norman Osborn weighed heavily on him. Despite Osborn’s decision to cut off his lab’s funding, Connors felt indebted to the man who had initially believed in his research.

He decided to decline Adam Wayne’s generous offer, but not without expressing his gratitude first.

“Mr. Wayne, I deeply appreciate Wayne Enterprises’ trust and generosity,” Connors began, his tone resolute. “But Mr. Osborn has done so much for me in the past. I cannot abandon him now. I must decline your offer.”

His hesitation and uncertainty vanished as he spoke, replaced by calm determination. Adam, sitting across from him, didn’t show the slightest sign of disappointment. Instead, his face lit up with an expression of genuine appreciation.

“Dr. Connors, your loyalty is admirable,” Adam said, his tone warm and reassuring. “But you don’t need to worry about Mr. Osborn.”

Connors frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”

Adam smiled. “I’ve already spoken with Mr. Osborn. He’s fully aware of our offer and supports your transition to Wayne Enterprises. You’re free to join us without any concerns.”

“Really?” Connors asked, his voice laced with doubt.

“Of course,” Adam replied confidently. “In fact, we can offer you something Osborn Industries cannot.”

Suspicion flickered across Connors’ face. The terms Wayne Enterprises had already presented were incredibly generous. What more could they offer?

Adam leaned forward slightly, his tone casual but deliberate. “Dr. Connors, your research focuses on genetic modification, correct? Using genetic material from other organisms to regenerate human limbs?”

Connors nodded cautiously. “That’s correct.”

Adam’s smile grew. “Then this might interest you—Wayne Enterprises has achieved breakthroughs in this area. We’re nearing the stage where these technologies can be applied directly to human trials.”

Connors’ eyes widened in disbelief. “That’s impossible.”

Adam chuckled. “Is it? You’re familiar with Dr. Helen Cho’s work, I presume?”

The mention of Dr. Cho, a leading expert in cellular regeneration and genetic engineering, gave Connors pause. Her research was groundbreaking, and she had already achieved promising results. Compared to her work, Connors’ experiments were still in their infancy.

“Dr. Cho’s progress speaks for itself,” Adam continued. “Her research is proof that genetic modification for limb regeneration is not only feasible but inevitable. With your expertise, we can take it even further.”

Connors hesitated, his mind racing. He knew Adam was right. Dr. Cho’s work had already demonstrated the potential of genetic engineering. It was only a matter of time before someone perfected the technology.

But he couldn’t ignore the doubt creeping into his voice. “If your company has already made so much progress, why do you need me? My work would be redundant.”

Adam’s tone softened, exuding patience and understanding. “Dr. Connors, don’t underestimate your value. Your approach to genetic modification is unique. While we’ve made progress, our work isn’t perfect. We need minds like yours to refine and improve it.”

Connors looked conflicted, but Adam pressed on.

“We’re offering you more than a job,” Adam said. “We’re offering you a chance to lead. You’ll have access to our research, full autonomy over your projects, and resources that Osborn Industries could never provide.”

“Are you serious?” Connors asked, his voice tinged with hope.

“Completely,” Adam replied without hesitation.

Connors stared at the young man, searching for any hint of deception. But Adam’s calm demeanor and unwavering confidence left no room for doubt.

“Why go to such lengths for me?” Connors asked, still hesitant.

“Because your work is invaluable,” Adam said simply. “Wayne Enterprises recognizes the potential of genetic modification, and we believe in supporting the best minds to achieve groundbreaking results.”

Connors’ resistance finally began to crumble. Adam could see the shift in his expression—the spark of possibility lighting up his eyes.

“Dr. Connors, there’s no need to worry about Mr. Osborn,” Adam added, his tone reassuring. “We’ve ensured that everything is handled. You’re free to pursue your research without any obstacles.”

Connors’ shoulders sagged with relief, his gratitude evident. “Thank you, Mr. Wayne. Your faith in my work means more than I can express.”

Adam smiled, hiding his satisfaction behind a mask of humility. “At Wayne Enterprises, we value talent above all else. We’re thrilled to have you on board.”

As Connors finally agreed to join Wayne Enterprises, Adam knew the deal was sealed. With Connors’ expertise and the resources of Wayne Enterprises, his vision for biological armor and genetic innovation was one step closer to reality.

Inwardly, Adam chuckled. Convincing Connors had been easier than expected. After all, he’d learned one of the most important skills for any leader: the art of persuasion.

For Adam Wayne, success wasn’t just about having resources—it was about knowing how to use them.