Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 1027 She Was Forced to Marry Raymond

Raymond got back to Manston Manor and made a call, "Dig up everything you can on Mario."

He'd promised Selena he wouldn't look into it, but there was no way he could just let it slide, especially after Mario had the nerve to use an aphrodisiac. Raymond needed to track this guy down and make him pay.

Meanwhile, Selena was burning the midnight oil at Ashbourne Manor, and she had her own people digging into Mario too.

She didn't want Raymond involved because she hoped he'd just forget about it. Otherwise, it would always be a sore spot between them.

But she had to get to the bottom of it. She needed to know what was up with Mario. Why did he give her such weird vibes, and why did he pull that stunt? And what was the deal with that chip? She even got Ashbourne Manor's private doctor involved. If it weren't for him, Mario wouldn't have gotten in.

But the private doc was clueless about Mario. He had called in another doctor, but that guy got knocked out.

Meanwhile, in a hidden lab over a hundred miles from Silver Bay City...

Christopher's alter ego stared at the computer data and slammed the table. He didn't have Christopher's knack for experiments. Even if he got the gist, he couldn't pull it off. Christopher was a prodigy, working with top scientists since he was a teen.

ego yelled, "Christopher, you gotta help

If he could crack it, Christopher would be

more waking up in random places, sharing a body with Christopher. He

his fist bleeding. "We've come this far, and you still won't help. Do I have to kill Selena to get you to agree?" Even though they shared a body,

someone else's body,

hatred for Christopher and was hell-bent on taking

of Christopher was to make him vanish and

me this crucial chip. Can't

can't handle the experimental stuff. Unless you find the experts who were part of those experiments, but they're all under government control at that research

alter ego asked, "What kind of human

silent. His alter ego had asked this question a million times,

him. "I'm going to find Selena now and sleep with her hundreds of

reached the door, Christopher's voice echoed in his mind, "It was an experiment on multiple personalities. Look it up. Someone with dissociative identity disorder can have an average of

say anything. Something felt

had to

together, neither had pushed the other's