His Unwanted Wife Returned as a Boss
He sat in the pilot’s seat, his hands steady on the yoke, while Clara studied the decrypted signal on a salvaged tablet.
"The cipher isn't just a map, Julian," Clara said, her voice filtered through the oxygen mask. "It’s a Gene-Key. My father mentioned it once—a protocol called 'The Seed-Bank.' It wasn't about technology. It was about biology. Tokyo wasn't just a branch office; it was the vault for the world’s agricultural future."