The Luna Is Gone by Angelique Quinn

Chapter 150 Diana's pov “I don’t understand. Since you've already compromised and agreed to develop the antidote for William, why won't you try now that there’s a way?” In the office, Moss frowned, his eyes behind the lenses staring straight at me.

“Things aren’t as simple as you think...” | licked my dry lips. “I admit, adding a large amount of catalyst “can indeed quickly develop an effective antidote, but...” “But what?” Moss interjected.

| furrowed my brows. “But there are risks.” Moss sneered, “So is it risky to add a large amount of catalyst, or do you simply not want the antidote to be successful?” “Moss?” | widened my eyes in surprise. “What nonsense are you talking about?” “Is it nonsense?” Moss's narrow eyes narrowed even more. “Healer, don’t think | don’t know what you're up to! Are you trying to spite William? You don’t want him to get the antidote smoothly!” “I'm not, I'm just-" “Don’t try to evade!” Moss roared, picking up his cup and slamming it hard on the floor.

He glared at me, gritting his teeth. “Don’t forget, William said if you can’t develop the antidote, then everyone in the lab will go down with you! Do you want us to die with you?” I was stunned.

I was stunned.

From the shattered porcelain pieces, my gaze slowly moved to Moss's face, and | said incredulously, “Moss, you didn’t say this tobefore. You said you wouldn't yield to William, you said-" “That was before,” Moss interruptedcoldly. “Before, | thought you had enough strength to confront William.

But now, even Alpha Nathan has chosen to help William! You have no chance of winning anymore! Do you wantto follow you to death?” The office fell into dead silence.

After a moment, Moss sighed deeply, and his expression gradually calmed down.

He walked up to me, grasping my shoulders with both hands, and looked atwith pleading eyes. “Healer, | don’t want to die. Please, | beg you, stop going against William. Let's develop the antidote sooner, so we can Smack! | raised my hand and slapped Moss hard.

“You disappointtoo much,” | said angrily, glaring at him and pointing at his nose. “Lettell you, without my permission, no one is allowed to use the catalyst! If anything goes wrong, none of you can bear the responsibility!” With that, | turned and left the office.

Moss shouted after me, but | pretended not to hear.

As | turned the corner of the corridor, | nearly bumped into someone who was looking down.

| hurriedly stepped back and found that the person was Fisher, wearing a janitor uniform and holding a mop.

| raised an eyebrow slightly and mocked mercilessly, “Isn't this our high and mighty Supervisor Fisher? How cyou've fallen to doing janitorial work?” Fisher's face twisted instantly, and he clenched the handle of the broom tightly, looking like he wanted to biteto death.

Yes, this was exactly the effect | wanted.

| continued to provoke him, “I heard you were stripped naked and paraded through the streets yesterday.

How did it feel? Enjoyable?” “Healer! Don’t push it too far!” He said, humiliated and resentful.

| smirked sarcastically.

“So what if | push it too far? Diana has already toldthat after you finish your janitorial duties, she’ll send you to your death! What can a dead man do to me?” | laughed heartily, giving him a disdainful glare as | strode past him arrogantly.

| could feel a sharp, dagger-like gaze piercing into my back.

After about a dozen seconds, that malevolent gaze finally disappeared.

| halted, turning to look back | saw Fisher walking ahead with his head lowered, hurrying along.

Then, he stopped in front of a partially closed door, nervously glanced around, and slipped inside after pushing the door open.

Behind that door was Moss's office.

| smirked slightly.

| knew Fisher had stepped right into the trap carefully designed by Moss andfor him.

In fact, ever since Fisher first appeared before me, he had beca pawn in my fight against William.

If Fisher were a decent person, my plan wouldn’t have been so smooth.

Unfortunately, Fisher was as selfish and greedy as William.

Ironically, he lacked William's cunning and intelligence, making him a perfect fool to exploit.

| deliberately lowered myself in front of him, allowing him to mistreat me, just to make him more arrogant.

When his misdeeds were sufficient to provoke hatred, | could then appear as Diana, punishing him in the most reasonable way, implying that if he wanted to confront me, he had to prove his maximum value to William, or else death awaited him.

Then, in his despair, Moss and | staged a scene of discord, deliberately exposing false news that catalysts could expedite the drug’s development.

In order to gain William's protection and survive, Fisher would undoubtedly take the risk of collaborating with Moss, obtain the catalyst, and use it to develop the antidote.

The moment he merged the catalyst with the existing experimental drugs, my plan would succeed. The catalyst wouldn't ensure the success of the antidote; instead, it would only lead to a massive explosion! By then, all the experimental data would vanish into thin air.

As for the real data, it had been secretly transferred by Moss to our new research base several days ago.

And all of William's scheming over the years, his dreams of wealth, would vanish with the explosion of the laboratory.

William couldn’t blanyone.

Because from the beginning, it was he who had placed the fool Fisher by my side.

Me, Moss, and all the researchers in the laboratory would be innocent “victims” who were implicated. William not only couldn’t vent his anger on us, but he also had to treat us well and beg us to help him recover all the experimental data.

s control.

However, the tto recover all the experimental data was no longer within his During this time, | could easily manufacture the antidote at the new research base and distribute it worldwide.

By the tWilliam realized it, everything would be set in stone.

Back in the hospital lounge, half an hour later, | received a message from Moss “Fisher has obtained the catalyst. Before work tomorrow, he will enter the lab and put the catalyst into our samples.’ “I understand,” | replied and turned off my phone.

Walking to the closet, | opened the door and took out an iron box.

Inside the box were five smartphone-sized rectangular explosives prepared bydays ago.

The power of the catalyst alone was not enough to destroy the entire lab.

To ensure the destruction of all data and any evidence that might be discovered, external forces were needed.

-Such as these explosives.

| hardly slept that night.

When the first rays of morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, | had already entered the lab.

After waiting patiently for two hours, Fisher walked out of the elevator with a “ding.” | hid behind a pillar, about 40 inches wide, and saw him look around for a moment before pulling out a glass bottle containing a transparent liquid from his pocket and sneakily entering the lab.

Instead of following him, | stood still and listened quietly.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes... ten minutes! Boom! The lab exploded! A huge shockwave hit me, and | heard a deafening blast.

Flames spread from the interior of the lab, and the piercing sound of alarms rang out.

But it wasn’t enough.

Without hesitation messed the detonator concealed in my pocket.

Almost instantly, the explosives | had planted in various comers were detonated.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Like fireworks, the explosions accompanied by flames surged like a red tsunami, threatening to engulf the world.

The thick smoke choked me, and | covered my nose and mouth with a damp towel prepared in advance, sticking to the wall as | ran toward the emergency exit.

Suddenly, my steps halted.

| wasn’t sure if it was due to oxygen deprivation that | had a hallucination.

At the entrance of the emergency exit, through the fiery red sea, | seemed to see... Nathan!