The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Mr. Iverson, are you afraid?"

Clarice snorted. "Even I know clearly about the things you did in Sentania. Now, we're just searching for someone to sacrifice for a cause that would benefit generations to come. Mr. Iverson, are you hesitant?” Christopher's dark gaze shot toward the woman's mocking and contemptuous face.

No, this woman was not at all like Bella. Bella was the only ray of light in his dark life-the beautiful butterfly fluttering around in his cold and hellish world.

Bella was his angel, while Clarice was merely a cold-blooded tool that Sir found-beautiful, obedient, and handy.

"Clarice, don't say that. After all, it's a human life. It's reasonable for Mr. Iverson to have concerns." The man's voice was gentle, but the underlying threat was not to be ignored.

Christopher's breath hitched, and he said in a low voice, "I'll complete the task you've given me, Sir."

"Thank you, Mr. Iverson. When you start the experiment, I'll need you to assign someone to record the data and observe the subject's reaction. Clarice will send you the details in two days." The man's smile deepened, obviously satisfied with Christopher's answer.

like to ask, are there any side effects to DAD0044?" Christopher pushed his glasses with a cautious

obvious ones. We're still observing the hidden side

her chin as if she were thinking. "Hmm..... It's

in a deadlock with Bella and

base is here. I don't want any problems to arise in my territory, affecting my plans. I want you

"Fallback plan?"

can shove the trouble

smart man, Christopher had already understood

similar to drug withdrawal symptoms, so if people who take drugs

feeling enlightened. "I understand.