Cassie listened to the dial tone on the phone, completely bewildered. It wasn't like his sister to hang up without trying to get something out of him first. Scratching his head, he thought for a moment before pulling his suitcase out from under the bed.
When he unzipped it, he found a stash of bottles tucked at the bottom—at least a dozen of them. With a reluctant sigh, he carefully picked out three that were the least potent. Lining them up on the table, he snapped a photo and sent it to Mirabella via Messenger: "These are the only three I’ve got. If you want them, I can spare you at most two! 😢😢"
Mirabella heard the Messenger ping twice. Standing in the cool night breeze, she took a moment before opening the message. A small smile crept onto her lips after reading it. Though most of the time that rascal was full of it, at least he had a tiny shred of decency.
"Keep them with you, and I'll hit you up when I need them."
Cassie shook his head, muttering to himself about how his sister was a master at getting her way. She even wanted him to carry them around all the time!
Mirabella put away her phone and headed back to her room. After drying her hair, she didn’t go to bed but instead reopened her laptop. The group that had been tailing her tonight was nothing special, just the usual hired guns who'd do anything for a paycheck. Clearly, their employer wasn’t one of those big international players.
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Overseas, Summer was leaning against the wall, slowly making her way out of Professor Joen's lab. Her face was ghostly pale, her lips lacking any color. Her legs were shaky, barely able to support her. She leaned against the wall for a couple of minutes until the numbness began to fade, and she started to feel human again.
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