My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2046

Once we were back in the living room, a group of men dressed in white uniforms were waiting for us. Apparently, they've been waiting for some time. From what I remembered, only those who were professionals in research or development of drugs that worked for Hendrix would dress up like medical staff.

When Hendrix spoke to them, he confirmed my thoughts. "The fluid Nathan injected into your body was their creation."

I observed them carefully. They didn't seem evil. In fact, I could have sworn I saw a trace of fear in their eyes.

Aaron stepped forward and looked at the senior researcher. "Where's the antidote?"

The researcher had his down, but when he heard this, his head dropped even lower. "There's no... no antidote."

"What did you say?" Aaron grabbed the man's collar abruptly and lifted him up in the air. He glared at him and roared, "Do you want to die with my sister?" "No, sir. Let me explain. The poison in Miss Reid's body has already been cured several years ago! There's no need for an antidote." The researcher struggled to break free from Aaron's grip, but it was futile.

anger immediately dissipated. Then his gaze suddenly became sharp again. He lifted the man up higher and asked through gritted teeth, "What's going on? Explain things clearly!" Aaron was once the most powerful man in Jarold City. He was on par with Hendrix in terms of being reckless. Under his huge pressure, the

on getting his answer, he did loosen his

the old man fell back onto the ground, a young researcher

soon as the old man caught his breath. He picked up the inhaler and looked at it. He questioned the man coldly, "I'm getting impatient. You're lucky that you're still alive. Next time, no one will save you. Now spill

at each other. They were hesitant to answer him and would glance over at

felt more like

When he looked at

was about to interrogate them, Hendrix ordered,

this loud and clear. The old researcher, who seemed to have found a way out, grabbed Aaron's trousers and began to cry. "It was Mr. Marshall's idea. We were just following his orders. We didn't

ago, Mr. Reid

woman, they were Mr. Roberts's and MissReid's DNA samples. After running a test, we discovered a mutation in Mr. Roberts's genes. Surprisingly, we found that a part of Miss Reid's genes could cure his

importance to the genes of his descendants. Our team was formed to find a method to modify a person's genes.