"Mr. Iverson, are you afraid?"

Clarice snorted. "Even I know clearly about the things you did in Sentania. Now, we're just searching for someone to sacrifice for a cause that would benefit generations to come. Mr. Iverson, are you hesitant?” Christopher's dark gaze shot toward the woman's mocking and contemptuous face.

No, this woman was not at all like Bella. Bella was the only ray of light in his dark life-the beautiful butterfly fluttering around in his cold and hellish world.

Bella was his angel, while Clarice was merely a cold-blooded tool that Sir found-beautiful, obedient, and handy.

"Clarice, don't say that. After all, it's a human life. It's reasonable for Mr. Iverson to have concerns." The man's voice was gentle, but the underlying threat was not to be ignored.

Christopher's breath hitched, and he said in a low voice, "I'll complete the task you've given me, Sir."

"Thank you, Mr. Iverson. When you start the experiment, I'll need you to assign someone to record the data and observe the subject's reaction. Clarice will send you the details in two days." The man's smile deepened, obviously satisfied with Christopher's answer.

"Sir, I'd like to ask, are there any side effects to DAD0044?" Christopher pushed his glasses with a cautious gaze.

more obvious ones. We're still observing the hidden side

chin as if she were thinking.

and I'm in a deadlock with Bella and Justin, which you know. They might be monitoring all of my movements. Although I'm more than willing to serve you, my situation now isn't great. I'm afraid it might hinder your

base is here. I don't

arise in

my plans.

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as a

"Fallback plan?"

shove the trouble

a smart man, Christopher had already understood

so if people who take drugs are injected with it, we could cover it up as a drug relapsedt

feeling enlightened. "I understand. Thank you

Good game,

onto the board, signaling

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