That kind of force...
It was not something an ordinary, frail woman could manage!
Nicholas had already picked up the fallen microchip and handed it to Jerrick. "Jerrick, please pass this to National Security."
Jerrick placed the chip into a specialized evidence bag.
Alaric's face turned ashen.
He cradled his pierced wrist, staring darkly at the silver needle.
Suddenly, he jerked his head up to glare at Serena.
That usually gentle, refined facade finally shattered, revealing a sinister underbelly. "A masterful move, Miss Lancaster. I'm impressed."
Serena offered a careless smirk. "I do alright. Not quite as impressive as Chairman Sinclair turning a charity foundation into an offshore transit hub for the Obsidian Sun."
Alaric paled further.
His lips trembled as he tried to formulate an excuse.
But at this point, all explanations were utterly meaningless.
Serena had already ripped away his disguise for the world to see.
He shouldn't have run his mouth.
Meanwhile, standing in the crowd, Sebastian Montgomery and Arthur Harrison felt a cold chill slide down their spines.
They finally realized.
They weren't just helping Alaric suppress the Lancaster heiress tonight.
Alaric had used them as pawns to test the waters.
They had nearly been dragged into the lethal web of the Obsidian Sun.
Sebastian's face shifted through shades of green and white.
Arthur's legs felt like jelly; the man who had just been parading the prestige of a century-old medical dynasty could now barely stay upright.
Serena didn't even spare them a glance.
The Montgomery family.
The Harrison family.
They were just noisy pebbles kicking up dust.
She had already hooked the real rat.
Serena looked at Alaric, the curve of her lips deepening inch by inch. "When I save people, I don't like anyone dragging me down. And when I interrogate demons, I don't like it when they pretend to be human."


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