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How was this man so irresistibly perfect and flawless? Truly, it was a stroke of luck to have found him.I indulged in every bite. Yare, the Avila family—none of it mattered anymore.When we returned to Pleca Park, it wasn't too late, but the vast living room felt unusually deserted, with only my foster mom present. It was giving off a chilly vibe."Mom, why are you all alone?" I approached cheerfully, asking her."Hey. Your grandma and Arnold went back home today. The kids were tired from playing and just fell asleep, so it's just me now." She sighed, "Once they left, it felt so empty. It's better when there are more people here, and it’s livelier."I suddenly remembered that Archie had already returned to Solaris this morning with Ardie. Arnold, having decided to take over the Beringer family business entirely, had gone to the company early in the morning with Grandma Rose.All of them had decided to move back to the Beringer family’s mansion."Is Dad asleep too?" I asked casu

"I only knew that you two frequently traveled. I couldn't find anything solid, so she asked me to report to her about the purpose of your trips and the people you would meet. Tina was responsible for reporting your schedules," Clark explained."She said you and Louis had a secret that couldn't be revealed and asked me to get close to you and figure out what was happening."Leaving you alive was also her idea. At the time, she just told me to knock you out, but she didn’t mention anything about killing Mr. Louis! I knew nothing about that.”"You're still trying to justify yourself? Then tell me, who killed my mom?" I couldn't bear it anymore and shouted.Atlas immediately hugged me, softly saying, "Don't be angry.""How did Celine know about the secret plan between Louis and me?" my father asked Clark."She had long been in collusion with the organization. I don't know how she found out about the secret between Louis and you, but I only knew that she... she was the mistress of the

My adoptive father, George, who had been silent all along, suddenly asked, "Were you the one who received the child from Navi?"Clark turned to look at George, squinting slightly, while Atlas urged in a sinister tone, "Speak!""Yes." Clark nodded, "That's how I got to know Navi.""How old was the kid? Do you remember any distinguishing features?" He seemed eager and involuntarily took a step forward.I knew he was trying to find out about where Gemma was."It was a girl. She was young, around 8 or 9 years old. There was nothing particularly distinctive about her.""And what happened to that child afterward?" I asked."She... she is now Ms. Stella," Clark said naturally.I glanced at Atlas.Stella again? But why had Atlas said the test results proved she wasn't Gemma?"Are there any other girls around Celine?" I asked."I don't know." Clark glanced at Atlas, then quickly continued, "She never let me get close to her inner circle. She only entrusted me with minor tasks and dea

When my father heard Clark's question, he looked at him mockingly. "Yes, we do. It's a secret that would fulfill all your desires overnight, and it’s something you couldn't even dream of!"A glimmer of hope shone in my father's eyes like a halo of imminent achievement."But someone like you doesn’t deserve to know this secret. You’re destined to be nothing but a clown, a lowlife who lives in the gutter forever!”With that said, he looked at Atlas. "Get him out of here."Clark immediately knelt up, looking at my father. "Rory, I did everything. Spare my son. He...""We can’t forgive him either. He harmed the people I love. This will be the last time you two will ever meet," Atlas said calmly."Don't get cocky. When I'm gone, my son will grow up and never let you off the hook," Jarvis shouted furiously."Too bad you don't have a son anymore," Cane said icily."What do you mean? Say that again!" Jarvis struggled, looking at Cane angrily, demanding, "What did you do to my son? Tell

We had watched Cane burn the notebook at Navi’s base, so how did we still have it?Atlas smirked. "I wouldn't actually burn George's life's work, of course. We burned a replica. We just made it look old."Oh."You still have it? That's great." My dad couldn't contain his excitement. "That’s fantastic, but it wouldn't be a loss even if it had been burned. All that data has been deeply ingrained in my mind. Besides, there's a lot of unpleasant stuff in there. We’re better off without it.""You're mistaken, George." Atlas countered. "I want to develop an antidote against those toxins. It's a promising venture and an urgent global project.""Do you have any ideas?" George asked immediately."I do. Several top research teams across the world are working on this, but there hasn't been a breakthrough yet. Your data and formulas are already in a leading position. If we succeed, it'll be a project that will benefit humanity and rescue those people. You'll be remembered throughout history.