She Took The House The Car And My Heart

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“Because he’s exceptional,” Lawrence replied without flinching. “His intellect is off the charts. His emotional range, his resilience—everything about his mind made him the perfect candidate. If I could make it work with him, then the probability of success with others would skyrocket to ninety percent.”

Erasing memories. Implanting thoughts. Reshaping someone’s very identity to match a blueprint.

Those who woke from it would become new versions of themselves—tailored, deliberate.

Of course, the memory reset wasn’t required, but without it, success rates dropped by ten percent. And for people with strong willpower, it could fall by as much as thirty.

Freya said nothing. She couldn’t see the point of such an experiment.

Lawrence noticed her expression and understood her disapproval. Steering the conversation back, he focused on Kristian. “His condition is stable now. Based on his latest evaluation, helping him recover his memories shouldn’t be too difficult.”

“When are you bringing Kristian over?” Lawrence asked, breaking the silence that had lingered a beat too long.

never been the type to make decisions for someone else. “To you, he’s still the Kristian

what this really is,” Lawrence replied, his

that surfaces under certain conditions?” Freya’s voice held a note of disbelief. “I don’t know much about this, and I won’t pretend to fully grasp your experiment, but his character, his behavior—everything about him now—it’s nothing like before. Are you sure

lingered between them like a shadow that

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a place to interfere with your research, but looking at Kristian’s current state, I really don’t think you should keep pushing this.” In her view,

need this,” Lawrence said, his expression sharpening with resolve. “They want to become strong—unshakable, no matter what

so?” Freya shot back,

“Yes,” Lawrence replied, resolute.

enunciated every word, her conviction unwavering. “The only thing that can

sum of circumstances one had lived through. The mind, though—that was forged through every