The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1538

Given the extreme risks of running an illegal bio-lab on Solenian soil, Kael knew exactly who to avoid and who could absolutely never be provoked.

The operatives of Special Security were like bloodhounds; once they caught a scent, they would relentlessly hunt their prey to the ends of the earth. They were the absolute last people the syndicate wanted to encounter.

Kael never imagined they would unknowingly invite the devil straight through their front door.

Kael shot a venomous glare at Zeke, his teeth grinding together. "You really know how to drag a catastrophe right to our doorstep!"

Zeke scoffed coldly. "How was I supposed to know who he was? Just kill him and be done with it!"

Kael flushed with humiliated rage. "Have you spent so long rotting in this miserable Solenian backwater that you've forgotten your own bloodline, Zeke?"

To Kael, Zeke's insolent tone was a blatant provocation, almost as if he were siding with the Solenians.

Was the rat preparing to defect?

"I know exactly what blood runs through my veins!"

If he hadn't known, would he have endured being ostracized by Solenian society and tossed into an orphanage?

The Daybreak Syndicate had found him, funded him, and trained him, yet a deep, conflicting part of Zeke still felt tied to Solenia.

But he had boarded a sinking ship and couldn't get off. He had been a captive to their agenda for decades.

At this point, he didn't even know what he was fighting for anymore.

Kael couldn't possibly comprehend how deeply Solenia had impacted Zeke.

Despite the syndicate's relentless indoctrination during his youth, the brainwashing had never fully taken root.

While Zeke always carried out his missions, he constantly emitted the aura of a wild dog ready to slip its leash at any moment.

"So, Zeke was a Sundaran sleeper agent this whole time," Officer Miller muttered, the betrayal tasting like ash in his mouth.

He had never understood why Zeke helped the syndicate. The man lived a remarkably ascetic life.

Zeke had always told Miller he only wanted to earn enough to get by.

He was older, unmarried, with no children—he had absolutely no need for vast wealth.

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