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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.

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America, attended by

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

likely held no significant position back home, which explained his

had ended the conference

the reagent in his hand, realizing they had all been

the place, possibly a secluded and

if ever, visited the research base. They needed only

for them to trek

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

location.

where they might be, his plans had

narrowed in calculation. Those people were in North America,

wouldn't be visiting the research

He was due to deliver meds to Chamber 8

gazed at the badge before him. It was the insignia of the chairman, and

this time, the position was his for the

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

been copying Philip's every

Phil held a glass of wine, nonchalantly bringing it to his

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

were a connoisseur - all mimicked

a robot

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