“Any program written by a human has a loophole.”
He felt as if he was back five years ago, when Grace was still running experiments and he was helping her debug the data.
Back then, he had told her, “Sis, I’ll protect your experiment data. No one will ever steal it.”
But later, he broke his promise.
He had personally handed her achievements over to Lilian Hart.
“This time… I won’t lose again!”
Dorian roared and slammed his hand down on the enter key.
*Clank!*
The blast door, which had been steadily descending, suddenly jammed just a foot from the ground.
A moment later, a piercing alarm blared from the system.
[System reset successful. Access granted.]
The blast door slowly began to rise.
“Nice work!” Felix couldn’t help but exclaim.
Without a word, Damien led his men and charged inside.
Inside the secret room.
The Butcher was holding a silver-haired elderly woman, a gun pressed to her temple.
Though the woman was bound and her face was bruised, her eyes were clear and showed no trace of fear.
“Stay back!”
Seeing the door open, a flicker of panic crossed the Butcher’s eyes. “One more step and I’ll kill this old hag!”
Damien halted, his own gun aimed steadily at the Butcher.
“You can try,” Damien said coldly. “Let’s see who’s faster. You or me.”
Just then, ignoring all attempts to stop her, Grace rushed in from behind.
“Grandma!”
Tears streamed down Grace’s face the moment she saw her grandmother being held hostage.
“Grace…” Her grandmother’s cloudy eyes welled with tears. “Don’t worry about me… Go… They’re after you…”
“Shut up!” The Butcher tightened his grip around the old woman’s neck. “Grace, hand over the key! I know you have it! Or… is it in your belly?”
The Butcher’s gaze shifted down to Grace’s slightly rounded abdomen, a venomous glint in his eyes.
“I’ve heard the ‘Dawn’ family passes the key down to the next generation. How about I cut you open and see for myself?”
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