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Chapter 486
Standing at the forefront, the male subject shot me a glance before swiftly wrapping his hand around the doctor's throat.
With minimal effort, the doctor's neck snapped, his breathing ceased... And just like that, as if squishing an ant, the subject's expression remained unchanged, utterly unperturbed by the act.
Having committed the deed, his gaze fixed back on me, intense and unyielding. It felt as though I was being sized up by a primal predator, seeking its mate for reproduction.
Subjects like him, bred for specific purposes, possess an innate gic allure.
They instinctively select partners with superior genes, aiming to produce stronger offspring, essentially nature's way of ensuring evolution.
The thought of gically modified beings producing healthy descendants was both fascinating and terrifying.
"I'd advise you to keep your distance," I warned, retreating cautiously as the three male subjects appeared to be drawn to my genes.
Their stares were intense, almost as if they wanted to devour me whole.
I kept backing away, buying time.
Just as I was cornered, the isolation chamber door swung open, and mercenaries in hazmat suits rushed in, recapturing the subjects.
Following the commotion, Naomi, clad in a sleek business suit, made her entrance.
Casting a brief glance at the lifeless doctor on the floor, she squinted. "Foebe, I underestimated you."
I met her gaze with a wary sneer. "Just a doctor... Not as valuable as me, right?"
Naomi chuckled softly. "Sure, they said you shouldn't die, but that doesn't mean you can't be punished.”
“If it comes to punishment, I can always choose death. Nobody can stop me,” I retorted, leveraging my life as a threat.
Naomi's eyes darkened, a sign of her
relenting. "Ha. If it wasn't for the CEO of All-Stars Consortium
agreeing to invest billions in
resurrection and gic researchet
specifically requesting to sponsor you, Do you really think you'd still be alive?" she spat out bitterly. "You think just because you beat the lie detector and truth serum, you're Phoebe now? The mercenaries out there, with enough resistance
training, can do the same."
I was taken aback. The enigmatic CEO of All-Stars Consortium had taken an interest in me, a mere subject... How intriguing. Now, if only I could get the CEO to meet with the organization's leadership, I might be able to extract the information I sought.
"You really hope I'm not a resurrected being," I teased Naomi. "What are you afraid of? Even if souls could be reborn... The people you care about returning wouldn't love you? It must be sad, not being loved."
I deliberately provoked Naomi.
"Shut up!" she snapped, visibly agitated by my words. "Foebe, you're the pitiable one... Do you really think the affection from gically optimized subjects is love? I'll tell you... It's nothing but natural
selection at work! Whether it's Caleb or those three lab subjects, their attraction to your genes is instinctive! You think Caleb loves you? The moment someone with better genes appears, he'll abandon you without hesitation, gradually falling for someone else."
Naomi looked at me, her laughter resurfacing. "You thought you and Caleb could fool the organization with your little act? You came with me on purpose, but you're not going anywhere now... And Caleb...
already fallen for the DeContent © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.
Caldwell' with superior genes. He didn't even show up for today's polygraph test. As the heir to the Langley Group, even after selling his shares to All-Stars Consortium, he could've participated-if he was willing to pay the price..."
"But he didn't come, Foebe. He's given up on you."
Naomi's laughter was wild, mocking me for being abandoned by Colin.
"Oh, I almost forgot... Caleb and the 'Phoebe Caldwell' I introduced him to spent last night together. The attraction between their genes is undeniable. He desires 'Phoebe Caldwell,' and they will be together forever, while you... You're destined to be forgotten."
"However, Dexter... He spent millions just to spare you some suffering."