NovelEnglish"When he's had enough sleep, he'll wake up naturally," Seth said calmly, not showing any urgency.
Miranda looked at Seth, still worried. "This drug doesn't have any side effects, right? Will there be any aftereffects?" Seth paused, seemingly contemplating how to respond.
At that moment, Nash started to show signs of waking up, moving his fingers slightly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMiranda's face lit up with joy, and she focused all her attention on him.
"Nash," Miranda gently shook him. "Are you feeling better now? You should be fine, right?" She wasn't sure. She didn't understand these drugs, but she trusted that her father would have a solution.
Nash opened his eyes, his head pounding, and after a moment, he focused on Miranda's face.
"Nash, it's me, Miranda. Are you okay?" she asked anxiously.
Nash sat up. As soon as he moved, the guns around him were immediately aimed at him. The guards still could not relax.
Seeing their wariness, Miranda stepped in to defend him. "What are you doing? Why are you pointing guns at him? He's my boyfriend, my future husband. Show srespect!" The guards, being Seth's men, ultimately took their cues from him.
Nash remained silent, not uttering a single word as he took in his surroundings.
Seth, curious, scrutinized him and asked, "Nash, do you know who I am?" Nash stared at Seth. "You're quite something. You managed to escape from prison, keep your loyal followers, and evade the police." Seth laughed. "It's not hard to make people obey." Nash adjusted his position to get more comfortable and said coldly "But you still wanted Sawyer gone. I've taken care of that for you How's that for a gift?" "Excellent!" Seth laughed with satisfaction. "I never thought we'd end up working together." Nash narrowed his eyes, his expression unreadable. "Collaboration depends on mutual benefit. What can you offer me?" Seth replied, "I've given you my daughter. Isn't that enough?" Nash glanced at Miranda, then smiled. "Feelings are one thing, benefits are another. I can't be at a disadvantage." Hearing this, Seth stood up and spread his arms, proudly displaying his lab. "You've seen everything here. Letting you see this means I've accepted you. We can continue to work together. You operate in the light and I operate in the shadows. We'd be unstoppable." Nash looked around, taking in the lab's contents. He stood up, and the guards' guns immediately moved closer.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSeth waved them off, and they stepped back.
Nash walked over, frowning as he observed mutated lab mice and m caged, frenzied chimpanzees. The sight of human organs preserved in formaldehyde was especially disturbing.
Seth seemed eager to show off his creations, though he had to keep a m low profile. Usually, anyone w Ad e knew about this place did not live to tell the tale. Nash's eyes settled on a row of vials, uncertain which one might be useful.
Miranda, standing beside him, said, "Nash, my dad sincerely invites you. He knows you would risk your life forand has already accepted you." Nash did not respond to her but instead asked, "What are these?" "Poisons," Seth answered.
Nash asked, "Do you also make poisons?" Miranda interjected, "My dad learned from others. He's really skilled." Nash continued, "Are there antidotes?" х
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