The young man watched her with a mix of curiosity and amusement, "Sarah seems to have a beef with Philip? That's Isaac's
golden boy."
Sarah continued to fiddle with the test tube in her hand, her tone indifferent and devoid of emotion.
"Just don't see eye to eye; that's all."
The seven executives didn't say a word, fully aware of her quirky temperament.
lan stood right in front of her, able to see the contents on the screen clearly. The conference room where the executives usually
convened didn't seem to be in this area; the decor was entirely different.
What puzzled him was the background of the room where these people were gathered - it felt oddly familiar. But for the life of him,
he couldn't place where he'd seen it before.
He was certain it wasn't part of the research base's interior.
A frown creased his brow, and his eyelashes fluttered with intense thought. Perhaps these individuals were indeed not in this area,
not even in Cania.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSince no one knew the identities of the seven executives, they could very well be high-ranking officials from other countries, hence
the need to conceal their faces. It was also possible they didn't know each other's identities, operating on a need-to-know basis.
lan's hand, hanging by his side, clenched subtly. If he were in their shoes, he wouldn't cto Astronia alone - too conspicuous.
And with a major conference underway in North America, attended by numerous international leaders, it presented a perfect cover.
These executives were probably all in North America at this moment. The only one who dared to show his face, the young man
among them, likely held no significant position back home, which explained his boldness.
lan's mind raced, and when he looked again, Sarah had ended the conference call and returned to her experiments in silence.
lan idly examined the reagent in his hand, realizing they had all been misled into thinking the base's executives were in another
section of the place, possibly a secluded and even well-guarded area.
Now, it seemed these individuals rarely, if ever, visited the research base. They needed only the data, the drugs, the results; there
was no need for them to trek all the way here.
lan had originally planned to use Chamber 8's weapon to create the chaos this evening as a means to pinpoint the executives’
location.
Now that he had a lead on where they might be, his plans had to change.
His eyes narrowed in calculation. Those people were in North America, and with the international leaders’ conference spanning two
weeks, they wouldn't be visiting the research base anytsoon.
Still, lan was determined to act tonight. He was due to deliver meds to Chamber 8 later on - his opportunity.
As tticked by, in a part of the research base, Philip gazed at the badge before him. It was the insignia of the chairman, and his
mentor had promised that this time, the position was his for the taking.
Philip's grip tightened slowly as he turned to look at Phil, who sat quietly at his side. Ever since Phil had taken up that peculiar
request, he'd been copying Philip's every move.
Now, Phil held a glass of wine, nonchalantly bringing it to his nose to sniff. But Philip knew better; Phil detested alcohol.
He couldn't tell the difference between the flavors, simply gulping it down like water. Yet, his wine-tasting pose was elegant, as if
he were a connoisseur - all mimicked from Philip.
Phil was like a robot devoid of sentiment.
Suddenly, irritation surged within Philip, "Phil, cut it out with the mimicry."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmConfusion flickered in Phil's eyes, but at that moment, the clock on the wall chimed, signaling it was tfor him to accompany his
mentor.
He stood up, setting the wine glass on the table. The next second, his hand reached for the badge, his voice tinged with a child's
excitement.
"Philip, congrats."
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