Serena stared at the names, her gaze turning frosty. "It seems the higher you climb, the more terrified you are of the fall."
"These elites act like untouchable gods."
"But in the dark, they're just pathetic cowards terrified of death."
Her voice dripped with mockery. "Tens of thousands of innocent lives were drained of their blood and stripped to the bone just to distill a single vial of this so-called miracle drug."
"All so they can take a few extra breaths. They're willing to become test subjects and personal ATMs for The Obsidian Sun Laboratory."
"It's as tragic as it is laughable."
Her fingers flew across her phone screen.
Piece by piece, she transferred every shred of incriminating data from the island into the Ghost Alliance's encrypted database.
Nicholas's grip around her waist tightened, a murderous intent swirling in his dark eyes. "Since they love feasting on the innocent to prolong their lives, we'll make sure they throw up every last drop today."
"Obviously," Serena scoffed. "I already gave Black Jack the green light before we left."
"Black Jack's side should be locked and loaded."
"Today, we wipe The Obsidian Sun Laboratory off the map."
Just as they spoke.
A harsh burst of static erupted from the suite's high-frequency intercom.
It was followed by a chilling, sinister voice.
"Duke Leopold."
Serena frowned, exchanging a quick look with Nicholas.
They both recognized that voice immediately.
It was the same one they heard when Arthur Doyle used a satellite phone to beg for his life.
It was Special Envoy Mordecai.
His tone was layered with a creepy, suspicious edge. "This serum is exactly what you've been waiting for. Why hasn't your suite placed a single bid?"
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