"How long until the entire process is successful?" Corvus Thorne's expression shifted, his voice sharp with demand.
He had held this girl captive for nearly a week, and the research progress had been terrifyingly fast.
Given her brilliance, she might actually deliver the results he wanted in no time.
"One week."
Juniper Payne tossed her fork back onto her plate, blinking at him with supreme confidence. "Just give me a week, and I'll finish the genetic modification research you've been agonizing over for more than a decade."
Corvus stared at the young woman in silence, his emotions a tangled mess. "What are your conditions?" he asked, his voice dropping to a gravelly rasp.
"Wow."
Juniper's eyelashes fluttered as a faint smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. Her tone dripped with mock excitement. "You actually learned how to anticipate me."
"Spit it out!"
He glared at her, completely out of patience. "And lose that tone. I am your elder."
"Make me!"
Juniper crossed her legs, casually swinging her foot with an air of complete indifference. "If you don't like it, you can get the hell out!"
"Specter!"
Dr. Nadia Norwood, standing nearby, furrowed her brows and voiced her displeasure.
Juniper didn't miss a beat. "You can get out too!"
Nadia was speechless.
"Your conditions!" Corvus took a deep breath, pressing the issue.
"A twenty-day supply of the antidote."
"Twenty days?" He sneered, his tone turning icy. "Why not just ask for the formula?"
"If I asked, would you give it to me?"
"No!" Corvus denied flatly.
Juniper gave him a deadpan look, making a show of getting up to leave.
What a moron.
"Wait."
Seeing her move, Corvus immediately stood up. "Do one more thing for me, and I'll agree to the twenty days of medication."
Juniper raised an eyebrow.
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