On his way to his grandfather's place, Pierce received a call. When he saw the caller's name, he frowned a little. "Whenever you're not plotting something, you're killing people and if you're doing none of them, you're on the run from someone. Which of them are you currently doing?" Benjamin scoffed from the other end. "I heard your wife found the cure. I reckon I should be getting mine." Pierce tightened his grip on the steering wheel and gave no reply. Benjamin sighed and added carefully, "You do remember the deal we had back then, don't you?" "My wife found it. You should be talking with her if you want to get one of the cures. So I'm afraid but I can't help you and this has nothing to do with the deal we had back then." Pierce retorted in a frigid tone. Benjamin went silent and Pierce could picture the frown on his face in his head. "In that case, are you insinuating the deal we made back then is useless?" "Stop bringing back that deal. You broke it when you killed Queenie

Queenie walked out of the laboratory ten minutes before Pierce arrived. Hence, she found somewhere to stay outside and took out her phone. She had made the video her mother made behind into an audio. In as much as she claimed she really didn't care about her mother, a part of couldn't help growing curious about the kind of person her mother was. Ever since yesterday when she returned from Maile, she had been playing the audio repeatedly in her earpiece but wasn't concentrating on it. As she sat outside, she increased the volume to the loudest and shut her eyes. She failed to believe her mother had only made three bottles of the last batch despite creating more than five monsters. She listened to the two minute audio five times but still got nothing. Opening her eyes, she sighed and got up when she saw Pierce's car stopping just a little farther from her. "Did I take long?" Pierce asked as soon as she got in and she shook her head. "I came out a little too early." The man nodded

"Mishael Wade? Are we talking about the one that came to me a few years ago?" Queenie asked and Deborah nodded to her surprise. "But he is a good friend of mine and was a good friend to my mother.""Oh, that's what he wants you to believe." Deborah smiled, "Look, Queenie. You don't understand what people like us go through. Unlike you and other humans in perfect health, we fear our life might just end all of a sudden. And because of that, we tend to make decisions that might end up hurting a lot of people." "Mishael Wade isn't just a scientist who stopped a pandemic from breaking out, he was the reason the organization was created." Deborah suddenly said but stopped. She glanced around her and nodded towards the entrance of her house. "How about we discuss this while having a drink?" She suggested and Queenie nodded. Deborah led the way to her bar which was as enormous as Queenie had imagined. Queenie was one who relished in luxurious things but because she was consumed by curiosit

The Verlice's Mansion"Tomorrow is my father's funeral. I have to be in Maile before tomorrow with the children." Queenie explained to Langdon and his wife. Although his wife was a little reluctant to part with them, she had no choice. Queenie also smiled awkwardly and assured her they'd be back before she knew it. "How about Pierce? Will he be going with you as well?" Langdon asked but Queenie shook her head. "According to him, he has something really important to take care of. I'll just leave with the children." She said with a small smile and the elderly man nodded. "In that case, safe journey to Maile. Our condolences for your loss." Langdon said with a small smile. "I know." Queenie retorted, then nodded at her children. They walked out with her and into the car. She had dropped by at Pierce's villa and taken a car. "I've never been to Maile before, mommy. Is it a beautiful place with lots of trees and flowers and beaches?" Aster asked excitedly from the backseat. "I thou

Queenie had gotten to Maile by midnight and Floral had immediately taken her children the moment she set her eyes on them. Queenie only shrugged and headed to her mother's office again. She spent the next two hours searching for something. There was no secret hiding place nor a place that looked shady. She slumped on the couch after a fruitless search. Her eyes stared up at the ceiling until she suddenly sprang up from the chair. Her mother was crafty and wasn't one to trust people. Chances were Jacobs Knight might not have known where she kept it for fear that it'd be forced out of him one way or the other. She pulled numerous chairs together and climbed on them. Then she reached out to push open the part of the ceiling she found unusual. Just like she prayed, it gave way and she breathed out a sigh of relief. She pushed down what she had removed and positioned herself properly on the chair, then she looked into the hole. It was quite dark, so she took out her phone and flashed