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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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underway in North America, attended by numerous international leaders,

at this moment. The only one who dared to

held no significant position back

he looked again, Sarah had ended the conference call and returned

his hand, realizing they had

the place, possibly a secluded and even

it seemed these individuals rarely, if ever, visited the research base. They needed only the data,

them to trek all the

to create the chaos

location.

where they might be, his plans had

people were in North America, and with the

be visiting the research

He was due to deliver meds to Chamber 8 later on - his

part of the research base, Philip gazed at the badge before him. It was the insignia of the chairman,

this time, the position

Phil, who sat quietly at his side. Ever since Phil had taken up that

copying Philip's

held a glass of wine, nonchalantly bringing it to his nose to sniff. But Philip knew better; Phil

the difference between the flavors, simply gulping it down like water. Yet, his wine-tasting

were a connoisseur - all mimicked

was like a robot devoid of

within Philip, "Phil, cut it out with the