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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.

were in their shoes, he wouldn't cto Astronia alone - too conspicuous.

underway in North America, attended by numerous international leaders, it presented a perfect

moment. The only one who dared to show his face, the young

them, likely held no significant position back home,

Sarah had ended the conference call

in his hand, realizing they had all been misled into thinking the

the place, possibly a secluded and even well-guarded

individuals rarely, if ever, visited the research base. They needed only

to trek all

had originally planned to use Chamber 8's weapon to create the chaos this evening as a means to pinpoint

location.

lead on where they might

Those people were in North America, and with the international

be visiting the research

lan was determined to act tonight. He was due to deliver meds to Chamber 8 later on -

gazed at the badge before him. It was the insignia of

the position was his

as he turned to look at Phil, who sat quietly at his side. Ever since Phil had

been copying Philip's every

wine, nonchalantly bringing it to his nose to sniff. But

couldn't tell the difference between the flavors, simply gulping it down like water. Yet, his

connoisseur -

was like a robot devoid

irritation surged within Philip, "Phil, cut