The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 432

In a clandestine surveillance room somewhere.

Calista's wrists were bound by handcuffs, surrounded by stark white walls that seamlessly blended with the door. A shiver ran down her spine, and fear pounded in her heart.

She had been knocked unconscious by Percival and when she came to, she found herself trapped in this sterile cell, too terrified to resist.

Had her research on the viruses been discovered? Would that mean the death penalty?

No, it couldn't be!

Lost in thought, Calista was jolted back to reality by the sound of the door unlocking. Her eyes widened in alarm as she watched the door intently.

Soon after, a figure in a black trench coat entered the room. It was Mr. B, who tossed a key toward her without a word.

It was the key to her cuffs.

"Mr. B, what's going on? Where am I? Do I still have to return to the lab?"

Before she could get her bearings, Calista was met with a slap that sent her tumbling to the floor.

Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth as the blow nearly knocked her out.

"Fool, who gave you permission to collaborate with Fiona behind our backs?" Mr. B's voice was harsh and undisguised. There was no need for pretense anymore; Calista's identity had been exposed, and from now on, she could only operate under strict surveillance.

Calista was stunned. Mr. B was a woman?

Mr. B removed her hat, revealing Astrid's familiar face, the disguise still in place, "Tell me, where is Boar Poison?"

Calista, regaining her senses, was shocked to see Mr. B's true appearance.

"You're Vivienne's sister!"

B merely rolled her eyes,

Poison. She said she'd hand it over at the critical moment for me to use

had thought this might be the moment to seize Boar Poison, but Fiona had hidden

transactions involving vital goods for

assumed Fiona was working alone, never suspecting she had an organization backing

GTO had been unable to replicate Boar Poison, especially since Karen's research had been largely

resurfaced, GTO

Calista on the floor,

placing her hand in Mr.

felt as though her arm might rip from its socket. The next instant, Mr. B had her by the neck, "Calista, do you know why I've

through Calista. The gentle face before her inspired a

B's fingers tightened around Calista's throat, "I value your medical expertise. If you can't produce the

was playing

I'll develop it,

revolting smell wafted up from below, and with a few dripping sounds, Mr. B

an option for you. You'll be taken to your new lab, remember, you

her hands disdainfully, Mr. B turned

If only she had known

At TCL Labs.

brought

not

on with

casting a sidelong glance at the hat-wearing woman behind

But who would dare

Holden

office door,

out a magnetic card from nowhere, he slid it through the reader and with a beep, the

full

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