Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150

I forced myself back into the present moment, realizing I had been silent for far too long. Breaking the quiet, I asked, “What exactly is Red Mask’s ultimate goal? What is she trying to achieve with Project Phoenix?”

Ethan shook his head, a helpless look clouding his face. “I’m just a courier, an information broker. I’m not part of the inner circle.”

I leaned forward, my patience fraying dangerously thin. “Don’t play games with me, Ethan. You’ve been working with the organization for years. Surely, you’ve overheard something.”

He grew defensive, frustration creeping into his tone. “The organization is tightly compartmentalized. Everyone only knows their own tiny piece of the puzzle. It’s safer that way.”

I fixed him with a cold, unwavering stare. “Stop dodging, Ethan. You’re surrounded by people who can tell when you’re hiding something.”

With a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumped in defeat. “Over the years, I’ve picked up snippets here and there, but most of it is just rumors and speculation…”

I drummed my fingers impatiently on the table. “I’m waiting.”

He hesitated before speaking, voice dropping to a low whisper. “From what I’ve gathered, it involves some kind of consciousness transfer or resurrection technique.” His eyes darted nervously. “In one meeting, she mentioned ‘the returner’ needing a suitable vessel. Rocco seems to be the chosen one.”

My brow furrowed deeply. Consciousness transfer? Returner? These were the same cryptic terms we’d heard whispered in the secret meeting. “Returner? Who is she trying to bring back?”

Ethan shook his head emphatically. “I swear, I don’t know. My role was logistics—securing locations, arranging supplies. The technical stuff was completely beyond me.”

I studied him closely, searching for any sign of deceit. His eyes held genuine fear, but lacked the tension I’d come to associate with his lies. He was telling the truth—or at least, what he believed to be true.

“Is there anything else you can share? Anything at all about the ritual itself?” I pressed, leaning in closer, my voice low.

For the first time, Ethan met my gaze directly. “Whatever she’s planning, it’s set to happen in three days, at midnight, during the full moon.”

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