Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 2511

Finnegan reeled as if he had been struck by lightning. A bone-deep chill crawled up his spine, leaving him paralyzed.

"A lie? How could this be… There's no way!"

He had placed his absolute faith in the organization; they were his sole motivation to survive. Now, Remy was telling him it was all a lie. How could he possibly accept it? His entire world was crumbling.

"The so-called medication developed here is actually a new narcotic called Crystal Ice," Remy explained. "If they were truly aiming to develop medicine, it would be a noble feat benefiting both the present and future generations. Why, then, would they need an underground research base?

"Why experiment on living human beings and dispose of the test subjects the moment they are on the brink of death?"

Remy, usually a man of few words, spoke with rapid-fire intensity. He had to turn Finnegan's heart now. "Haven't these inhumane, clandestine behaviors struck you as strange?"

Finnegan fell silent, his teeth clenched. He wasn't a heartless monster. Over the last two years, he had witnessed everything.

He had seen the atmosphere grow increasingly sinister and the methods turn ruthless. He had watched Sheryl's condescending cruelty toward others. More than once, he had wondered if his initial reasons for coming here were right.

Frankly, he had considered leaving several times. But each time, his father's deteriorating condition forced him to stay.

"If Alzheimer's could be cured so easily," Remy pressed, "why hasn't the government commercialized such a profitable project? Why would the research be hidden in a place like this?"

Remy took a deep breath and pulled out a plastic bottle containing a few blue pills from his chest pocket. "This is the medication you've been after all along, isn't it?"

Finnegan nodded frantically, his eyes locked on the experimental pills he had spent years pursuing.

"Hold onto this," Remy said, handing it over. "If you doubt my claims, take this and pay someone to analyze its contents. If I've deceived you, feel free to report me to Sheryl. But if I'm telling the truth, I need your help to destroy this place."

Finnegan's hands shook as he took the bottle. "Remy… aren't you afraid I'll tell on you right now?"

"I am." A rare, light-hearted smile spread across Remy's icy face. It was so unexpected and brilliant that it was hard to look away. "But no matter how fearful I am, it won't stop me from choosing to walk toward the light."

Finnegan was deeply moved. Truthfully, he was exhausted by this dark life and the lingering stench of death. He had only endured it because he felt powerless against such a mysterious and powerful organization.

Now that Remy was ready to retaliate, Finnegan felt a surge of reassurance. He didn't realize that Remy had hand-picked him from the low-level employees long ago, observing him in secret and waiting for the right moment to lay his cards on the table.

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