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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.”

her finger, and by now, she could barely

risk tetanus,” Chester insisted as he applied antiseptic and covered the

and carefully treat her injury, Quinlyn muttered quietly, “You’re a

grin. “Of course. And you’re not too bad yourself. You even comforted me

grumbled, “If something happened to you, it’d be

was momentarily stunned before mentally rolling

late that night, so when Lionel arrived the next

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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

been on the verge of bankruptcy. It was acquired at a bargain price, worth even lew

willingly handed the company to

signed her name, tossed the pen aside, and curled up on the couch, half–asleep

don’t seem to care much about money, So what’s your

want to do genetic editing. I need lots and lots

total research–obsessed lunatic. And sure enough,

definitely get my hands on plenty of embryos and pregnant women, but this project is mainly overseen by

Mariano over dividing the profits from the

profits would be worth far more than just millions. Lionel

to solve. I only care about the research. How much you sell it for is your business,” Quinlyn said, making it clear that money didn’t

little forced, and

door closed, Quinlyn opened her eyes. Her

had been standing off to the side, was startled. He watched as Quinlyn walked to

direction where the black car had just driven off and said

realized her intention. “You’re trying to

women in the cages were under Mariano’s control. And Mariano seemed to be more difficult

how things played out, she would not

you know what those women locked in cages are being used for? Why are they all pregnant?” Quinlyn suddenly asked. She had never thought

surrogate mothers,” Chester answered without

clearly unfamiliar with

it obvious that she truly did not understand. Chester was a bit taken

explained, “Some rich people don’t want to have kids themselves, so they