Chapter 1081

The government had dispatched three full tactical squads just to escort it.

But now p>

This machinery had quietly appeared on the island.

Just thinking about it made Howard’s scalp tingle with fear.

Adrian could tell from Howard’s expression that he wasn’t making things up to defend Serena.

It was real.

That pillar of national technology was actually in Serena’s hands, serving as her team’s research setup.

How could Serena possibly have the skills or the connections for that?

Adrian suddenly felt p>

Like his entire savior act must have looked like an absolute joke to Serena.

He thought he was being generous, bringing tens of millions of dollars in imported

tech, expecting her to weep with gratitude.

But in reality p>

The machinery he was so proud of.

Was nothing compared to the national treasure she already possessed.

Adrian stood outside the Apex Research Hub, his face ashen and his eyes dark with resentment.

He glared at the locked doors.

No!

He refused to believe it.

Even if Howard was entirely convinced.

He absolutely would not believe that Serena had the qualifications to use Sovereign- level equipment.

That was reserved for elite academicians.

Serena was a twenty-year-old girl who grew up in the countryside, a girl who hadn’t even finished high school before dropping out.

What right did she have to use it?

Where would she even get her hands on the only set of custom equipment in Elyndor?

It had to be a fake!

Or rather p>

She deliberately had a high-quality replica made!

It was just a prop, something she was using to put on a show.

The more Adrian thought about it, the more convinced he became.

He let out a cold scoff, casting one last dark look at her lab.

Then he turned and walked away.

“Mr. Cole, Mr. Cole, where are you going?” Howard hurried after him, limping heavily.

“To the dorms,” Adrian replied, his face grim.

His once-crisp suit was now an

absolute disaster, ruined by the tray

of leftovers Serena had

vers Serena had dumped on,

him.

His attempts to wipe it clean with a dry towel had only smeared the mess further.

Now, baked by the sea breeze.

The fabric was stiff and wrinkled.

Every time he moved, a greasy waft of food hit his nose.

As the esteemed heir of the Cole family, when had he ever suffered such indignity?

Adrian marched straight back to The Dormitory Block designated for The Board of Arbiters, barged into the communal showers, and scrubbed himself top to bottom three mes over.

But the smell still lingered.

Furious, he went back in for another wash.

Only to find that p>

There was nothing left but freezing cold water.

He flew into a rage, cursing the atrocious conditions—no private bathrooms, and

now not even hot water?

By the time Adrian stormed out of the communal showers.

Howard couldn’t even force a polite smile.

He wanted to curse the man out, but didn’t dare.

All he could do was swallow his frustration and hand Adrian a towel.

On the entire island, only the private

villas ha

a 24-hour hot water

supply. Everywhere else relied.ne

limited reserve tanks..net>

And Adrian had just single-handedly drained the arbiters’ five-day hot water supply

in one sitting!

Which meant.

The entire Board of Arbiters would be taking cold showers for the next two to three

days.

And to make matters worse, after using up every drop, this entitled heir was still swearing up a storm.