Spoiled by Mr Russell

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'How can I die just like that? How can I undergo an experiment that we can't prove will work?'

Fred knew the success rate was low and only dared to proceed with the experiment because he was

not the test subject. Now that he had become one, he would never do it.

"It's okay. I was just asking for fun." The queen smiled, having guessed his response correctly. She

waved and said, "Let's begin now."

Someone soon seized Fred and brought him toward the operating table.

"No! No!" Fred shrieked. "You can't do this to me, Your Majesty! The experiment still needs me. You still

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need me!"

The queen sneered. "You acted so differently when I was the test subject. Why? Is the experiment

scary? Didn't you claim the success rate is high and there won't be any risks? What are you afraid of

now?"

She spoke coldly and turned toward the person holding Nick's hand. "Hurry up!"

The person holding Nick brought him to another operating table. At that moment, one of the guards

pinned Fred onto one while one of the surgeons prepared the drug. Fred became wide-eyed when he

saw the surgeon prime the syringe.

Finally, he realized that the queen arranged the experts he had hired. She had outsmarted him entirely.

"No, you can't do this to me. Your Majesty!" Struggling, Fred looked toward Rhea desperately.

However, Rhea could only stand aside with a pale expression. She only cared about saving herself.

“Your Majesty, the prince... Prince Ross is under my control!” Fred thought of Ross and quickly said,

“He's at Hyderland's remote mountains. If I die, no one will know where he is, and it'll be hard for you to

find him.

“He won't be himself even if you do. Don't you want your son anymore?!" he shouted, trying to bargain

for a chance to live.

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"You're talking about Ross?" the queen asked blandly.

"Yes, Prince Ross!" Fred caught his breath. "He has gone to the remote mountains in Hyderland to

save you. He probably can't even get a phone signal—"

"He's fine!" the queen interrupted with a smile, “Even if he's not, I'll remember him for what he did for

me. Just as I'll remember what you're doing for me.”

She then grew impatient and looked toward the surgeons. “What are you waiting for? Begin!"

She could hardly contain her excitement.

Meanwhile, Lily realized the queen had manipulated her as well. The older woman had shown her

selfish and ugly side in the face of temptation.