NovelEnglishIn another room, lan was fumbling his way into an air duct entrance.
He had been searching around and no matter how hard he looked, there only seemed to be three hatches.
The woman had been watching him all day, so he couldn't get into the ducts in the daylight. Now, threading his way through each
section again, lan finally located Walter.
Beneath his feet was Walter's room, who seemingly had blended in with the ground-level staff.
The ground-level staff was the easiest to impersonate, all wrapped up in their bulky protective gear.
Walter had already shed his suit. lan knocked from above. There were no exits here, just a few cracks for ventilation, but Walter
could hear him.
Walter looked up, his eyes pinpointing the sound's origin.
lan asked, "Where's Dylan?"
Had Walter's heart not been sturdy, he might've thought he was seeing ghosts. He had scouted the area while posing as one of the
staff, finding no chance to slip away.
Getting exposed would be dangerous; the tactics employed here against people were numerous. But lan appearing here, how did
he manage that?
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"No clue. We were shipped to different places. Wait, how did you get up there? Are you hacking the system or something?"
lan committed Walter's room location to memory and warned him.
"Don't blow your cover."
Walter raised an eyebrow. He obviously knew not to reveal himself; a hundred lives wouldn't suffice if he did.
"I'll cto pass messages. You can't access this duct, but I'll coordinate with everyone."
Walter gave an “OK” gesture. He had been anxious, but seeing lan eased his mind. Both Dylan and lan had a way of providing
reassurance.
lan had other breakthroughs tonight. He found a few of his own people; sweren't lucky enough to maintain their cover,
becoming lab subjects, sacrificed.
They had all braced for the worst before entering.
Using purchased identities to pass through various security systems meant that even in death, they wouldn't raise suspicion unless
they confessed to infiltrating the place. But these individuals were trained professionals; betrayal wasn't in their nature.
lan had searched everywhere but found no trace of Dylan. However, he did cacross Philip's suite.
The suite had two rooms, occupied by Philip and Phil.
It was now 2 AM, but Philip was wide awake, standing before a glass cabinet, lost in thought over a leaf.
After being warned by his mentor during the day, he had kept his hands off the business, so Phil spent the night accompanying her
again.
Philip had always been proud. Back in Greenfield, he'd played everyone for fools, reveling in a sense of unspeakable satisfaction as
if all these elites were mere pawns on his chessboard.
He easily manipulated them, but at this moment, in front of the glass cabinet, he felt an unprecedented discomfort.
It was as if everything he had was traded for using Phil's body. And Phil was his twin, his only family in this world.
Images of the mentor's aid flashed across his mind, but on reflection, she wasn't helping them; she was using them to achieve her
own goals.
Like when they infiltrated the Herrington family - it was her revenge for an old slight from a member of the Herrington family. She
swapped the real heir with Philip.
And her disdain for Cynthia, who indeed vanished under Philip's neglect.
The mentor was using them to fulfill her purposes. Like now, she gave him the position of chairman in name, but if he truly took
the role, she would benefit too, having a trusted person in place after all.
lan, observing the man, who was motionless for long, from the wall, was about to leave when Philip suddenly raised his hand and
smashed it against the glass cabinet.
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