The general public remained blissfully unaware of the biological attack. Sometimes, burying the truth was necessary to prevent mass hysteria. The authorities were conducting a ruthless, classified investigation behind closed doors, purging security vulnerabilities without inciting panic that could decimate the airline industry.
In reality, Owen had done all the heavy lifting, and Mira had just tagged along for the ride. But the National Medal of Honor came with massive perks—a monthly government stipend and extreme VIP privileges, including a substantial bonus applied to Mira's upcoming college entrance exams.
Mira didn't care about the prestige, but the medals gave Solflare Entertainment unshakeable credibility. As for the six hundred thousand dollars in reward money, neither of them needed it, so they agreed to pivot the funds into charity.
If Lawrence had caused this nightmare to destroy them, they would use the fallout to help others. They decided to establish the Solflare Hope Foundation. Moving forward, a percentage of Solflare's monthly revenue would be funneled into the foundation to provide full scholarships for underprivileged students.
It was the perfect way to give back while simultaneously skyrocketing the company's public image. They would manage the foundation internally, ensuring every single dollar bypassed corrupt charities and went directly to those in need.
For the rest of the afternoon, the trio brainstormed how to leverage Master Ellis's underground intelligence network to investigate the poisoning.
"If you had a bad feeling, why did you get on the plane?" Master Ellis asked Owen.
"I didn't know how they were going to strike. With modern airport security, tampering with a commercial jet is nearly impossible. I figured if they were psychotic enough to use explosives, we were better off in the air than in an ambush on the highway. I never imagined they'd bypass security by weaponizing the pilots. They were perfectly fine with murdering hundreds of innocent people just to get to us," Owen said, his voice laced with cold fury.
"Lawrence has to go," Master Ellis stated flatly.
"He's surrounded by elite security, and my grandfather covers his tracks. I've tried to take him out before and failed. Honestly, his mother is the real mastermind. Most of his sick strategies come from her. None of them can be left breathing."


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