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lan reluctantly agreed, but he still harbored doubts.

"Why hasn't Windhelm let any of those folks he's successively sent over help you out?"

Sarah chuckled softly, a hint of sadness flickering in her eyes, "It's not that I haven't considered it. But how many people in this

world have a gift for medicine like Eric? Sure, Windhelm sends over the cream of the crop, but take a look around the lab. Everyone

here is top-notch. They were all geniuses in their own right, but in this place, they're just grunts, toiling away. The ones who make

a nfor themselves here? They're a genius among geniuses. Over the years, not just Windhelm, but other countries have sent

people too. And not a single soul has left alive."

She had been waiting, waiting for another partner to show up. But so far, everyone had perished in the experiments.

Eric had made it out alive, but back then there were only three pills, just enough for one person to escape. She had told him,

though, that if anything were to happen, he could find her on a place called Forbidden Island.

Summer must have hidden her body there. She didn't know what that body had been through, but if its memories hadn't been

completely destroyed, maybe it could help him.

Arter all, the jellyfish seal was still out there, and she reckoned the BK organization must still be leaderless. Though Summer was

the mastermind behind Forbidden Island, he was far too cocky for his own good.

Sarah rubbed her temples, "We better hurry up. The commotion you stirred up today has already spooked the herd."

promptly picking up the medication from the table and heading to the central hall. After he left, Sarah

she had picked

something in her mind just wouldn't click, until she overheard Philip's conversation.

new vigor.

needed to find. It was

human nor ghost, she had to leave this

glance.

the girl from her memories, and she was sure that even face to face,

was probably

cigarette. The yearning to see her kin was

deep within her throat.

smoked seven or eight cigarettes in a row before she could

that was what her grown-up daughter looked like. It was unexpected. Not

access chapters of novels early and

lips curled into a smile, and she fiercely tossed the cigarette butt away. From now on, it

bunch of people in black clothing beginning to inspect the

of the higher-ups, who were worried that someone might

was far from calm, as everyone was horrified to

8 had always been a thorn in everyone's side, and now that it was gone, where could it have

lan immediately figured where the kid would

into the

a fire, a short circuit, and the cameras had been out for about ten minutes. The kid must have

opportunity to hide.

Sarah heard a noise and turned to see a head poking through the door - it was the