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It was the middle of the night, and no one could sleep after all the commotion. Quinlyn simply turned on the light, sat on the couch, and gestured for him to ask whatever he wanted.

Chester scratched his head, thinking for a long time before finally blurting out, “If I cooperate fully, can I get special consideration to become a cop?”

Quinlyn was momentarily stunned. She really had no idea how to answer that.

Chester had actually dreamed of becoming a police officer since he was a kid. But he had grown up poor–so poor that he couldn’t even afford an education, let alone meet the academic requirements for the police entrance exam.

Over the years, he had watched plenty of legal education shows and learned how to exploit loopholes, which led him down the path of petty crime.

When he got on the phone with Bennett, Chester was practically buzzing with excitement. “So, how did you manage to become an undercover agent?”

“Because I’m smart,” Quinlyn replied.

“Well, I definitely can’t compete with that. Why didn’t you just say so from the start? I take back all the cursing. By the way, that powder really has no side effects?” Chester asked.

Quinlyn explained, “No, it doesn’t. I synthesized it based on the properties of the drug. At first, the addiction is intense, but over time, users feel less and less of an effect.

“Eventually, they break free from dependency. Addicts can even use it to overcome real drug addiction.”

“That’s insane. You actually created something that powerful. Where did you even get the real drugs from?” Chester asked.

“The police department lent them to me for research,” Quinlyn said.

After hearing all the details, Chester was completely in awe of Quinlyn’s intelligence. He had been running scams his whole life, but compared to Quinlyn, he was way out of his league.

At this point, he was no longer wallowing in despair. Instead, he started digging into the details of the case.

Quinlyn answered most of his questions, but as fatigue crept in, she rubbed her eyes and got up to go to bed.

“Hey, wait a sec.” Chester suddenly stood up, rummaged through a drawer, and pulled out a first–aid kit. He walked over, looking a little awkward. “You hurt your hand saving me earlier. Let me disinfect it. You don’t want an infection.”

finger, and by now, she could barely feel it. “It’s

You don’t want to risk tetanus,” Chester insisted as he applied antiseptic and

him lower his head and carefully treat her injury, Quinlyn muttered

a second before breaking into a wide grin. “Of course. And you’re not too bad yourself. You

glanced at him sideways and grumbled, “If something happened to you, it’d be a problem

was momentarily stunned before

so when Lionel arrived the

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straight to the point. “Zaid signed the contract. It’s all here. Thanks to your powder, Joseph couldn’t even hold out for a night. In the end, Zaid caved and sold The Wilson Group to me. And now, it’s

at a bargain price, worth even lew than a few

Quinlyn over, Lionel willingly handed the

Quinlyn replied indifferently. She signed her name, tossed the pen aside, and curled up on the couch,

don’t seem to care much about money, So what’s your biggest interest right now? As long as it’s not pulling the moon out of the

hugging a pillow and rubbing her cheek against it. “I want to do genetic editing.

total research–obsessed

is mainly overseen by Mr. Rhodes. If any breakthroughs happen, he’ll probably take the biggest cut of

night, Lionel had already argued with Mariano over dividing the profits from the

turned out to be a success, the profits would be worth far more than just millions. Lionel wasn’t exactly thrilled about letting

your problem to solve. I only care about the research. How much you sell it for

conversation any further. But after that, his words felt a little forced, and he left

Quinlyn opened her eyes. Her

off to the side, was startled. He watched as Quinlyn walked to the window and

just driven off and said calmly, “He’s going to find

“You’re trying to

reason was that the women in the cages were

conflict between them would only benefit her plans. No matter how things played out, she would not be at a disadvantage as long as she could get close

women locked in cages are being used for? Why are they all pregnant?” Quinlyn suddenly asked. She had never thought to ask Chester

course, I do. They’re surrogate

froze, clearly unfamiliar with

that

“Some rich people don’t want to have kids themselves, so they pay someone else to do it for them. But