ScarlettCedric led me out of the ballroom to Denver's mansion next door. Stepping in, he dismissed the maids with a single order.“Leave us.”With their heads to the ground, they scurried away, leaving only the two of us in the empty living room.“Please wait here, Mrs. Hartley,” he said, gesturing toward the sofa before heading upstairs.Taking a seat, my gaze scanned across the room, noticing the huge family portrait hanging on the wall. Footsteps descended down the stairs as Cedric appeared carrying a blue file.He placed it on the coffee table and then sat across from me.“What is this?” I asked.“Open it.”Reaching out for the file, I slipped it open. My breath caught at the top of the first page, which had my father's name boldly written on it. It was a detailed proposal for the "Living Health Grid," a wearable biosensor capable of monitoring the human body's heart rhythm, hormonal fluctuations, and metabolic changes every second.Using artificial intelligence, it could detect
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