In a nondescript town somewhere in North America, a man watched the scenes playing out on the video feed with a smirk.

The video showed Cynthia, along with sstrangers.

He could hear their hushed voices, a smirk playing on his lips.

He had a strong desire to control his former protégée, initially planning to whisk her away amidst the chaos.

But where else could he find a basement as perfect as this? It was the golden cage he had meticulously planned to imprison her in

since childhood, a labor of love, so to speak.

The people on the video seemed aware they were under surveillance, speaking in hushed tones and mostly communicating

through text messages on their phones.

The man watched the monitors, not the least bit worried. He knew Cynthia couldn't escape. As long as she was under his watchful

eye, he was in a good mood.

Watching a woman of such stature gradually lose her dignity and becso obedient was his crowning achievement.

His smile deepened at the sound of someone knocking on the door, announcing the arrival of visitors.

A frown creased his forehead momentarily as he left the room.

Upon reaching the living room on the first floor, he found Philip and his ever-present shadow, Phil, sitting in the parlor.

"What brings the two of you here?" he asked with a casual air.

Philip looked up at him.

avoided a direct confrontation with Quentin because of this

nwas Summer, and he was

the BK organization, he and Summer were the only two with

years he had been

place of

research facility, there

would be the first to break the

"Summer, where's Quentin?"

asked, his face a picture of

day of torture, died, and his body was dumped

by the fate of the young man

eyebrow in understanding,

thought you might have gone easy

Summer was not one to show mercy

took a seat, silent. He knew he had once

thus deserved her fate as

Human efforts

secrecy shrouding the research facility. He knew they were

remained unclear

all, in that place, no one shared information freely, and individual records were

highest echelons.

"This tI failed because of Quentin. I

and as

he suddenly sided with Maja, as

was

here

is still alive," Philip stated with a smile, his gaze unwaveringly

before the explosion, he had learned

Summer's domain, the only place she could have been hidden all

Cynthia dead or

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