The hallway was empty. Aria's move had been so rushed that she had only managed to change the locks; she hadn't found the time to install a security camera yet. Initially, she planned to sell the apartment and buy a completely new place. But it was conveniently close to the Flourish Research Institute, and she actually liked living here.
However, if Gideon could find her once, he would definitely find her again. Installing a security system was now her top priority.
"You changed the locks yourself?" Raphael asked, unable to hide his surprise. "Is there anything you don't know how to do?"
"It's just swapping out a lock. It's really not that impressive," Aria said, waving a hand dismissively. When she left the institute, she had also walked away from the Rowan family. She had spent years living in run-down apartments, so fixing basic household items was second nature to her now.
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Gideon met up with Ivy first before heading to the café where Flora was waiting.
"Ms. Keene, let's cut to the chase. What exactly is this definitive proof you mentioned?" Gideon asked as he and Ivy sat across from her.
Flora raised an eyebrow. Skipping the pleasantries, she slid her phone across the table. "This is the total yield of the antidote Aria manufactured. I did the math. It's short by a few milliliters."
Gideon scoffed. "Do you think you can just waltz into the institute whenever you please? And regarding this so-called total, what makes you so confident your numbers are right?"
"There's no point in arguing. Just watch the video, and then we'll talk," Flora said, taking a slow, deliberate sip of her coffee. She had stolen Raphael's security pass, so why would she only manufacture a single batch? Since Aria had successfully debunked the air-injection theory, this missing medicine had to be the undeniable proof!


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