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The young man watched her with a mix of curiosity and amusement, "Sarah seems to have a beef with Philip? That's Isaac's

golden boy."

Sarah continued to fiddle with the test tube in her hand, her tone indifferent and devoid of emotion.

"Just don't see eye to eye; that's all."

The seven executives didn't say a word, fully aware of her quirky temperament.

lan stood right in front of her, able to see the contents on the screen clearly. The conference room where the executives usually

convened didn't seem to be in this area; the decor was entirely different.

What puzzled him was the background of the room where these people were gathered - it felt oddly familiar. But for the life of him,

he couldn't place where he'd seen it before.

He was certain it wasn't part of the research base's interior.

A frown creased his brow, and his eyelashes fluttered with intense thought. Perhaps these individuals were indeed not in this area,

not even in Cania.

Since no one knew the identities of the seven executives, they could very well be high-ranking officials from other countries, hence

the need to conceal their faces. It was also possible they didn't know each other's identities, operating on a need-to-know basis.

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all in North America at this moment. The only one who dared to show his face,

position back

again, Sarah had ended the conference call and returned to her experiments

reagent in his hand, realizing they had

of the place, possibly a secluded and

if ever, visited the research base.

to trek all the

8's weapon to create the chaos this evening as a means

location.

that he had a lead on where they might be, his

calculation. Those people were in North America, and with the international leaders’ conference spanning

visiting the research

to act tonight. He was due to deliver meds to

Philip gazed at the badge before him. It was the

the position was his

who sat quietly at his side. Ever since

been copying Philip's every

to his nose

it down like water. Yet, his wine-tasting pose was elegant, as

were a connoisseur - all mimicked from

a robot devoid

within Philip, "Phil, cut it out with the