Chapter 1180
Silent tears shattered against the lid of the box.
As it turned out, all the ‘lucky encounters’ she thought she had stumbled upon had actually been desperately orchestrated by her grandmother.
Her immense power, the terrifying reputation that earned her the title of ‘Demon’ in the eyes of the world p>
All of it was a path of survival her grandmother had paved for her with her own flesh and blood.
Serena’s throat was impossibly tight, her voice shaking violently. “If… she hid for so many years without ever being found by the Obsidian Sun, then why… four years ago… why did she suddenly die of organ failure? Why couldn’t even you… or I… save her p>
The Old Man fell silent for a long time.
An expression of extreme, unbridled rage washed over his weathered face, mingling with profound sorrow and bitter mockery.
“The Obsidian Sun didn’t find your grandmother because they were some omnipotent gods p>
“Once us old ghosts vanish from the world, nobody can find us unless we want to be found p>
“But… your greedy, brainless father killed her p>
His voice turned feral, gritting his teeth in pure fury.
Serena’s pupils contracted, an icy darkness instantly bleeding into her eyes. “What do you mean p>
The Old Man sneered repeatedly as he spat out the horrifying truth of what had happened.
Four years ago.
Desperate to cement his status in Vaelion City and line his pockets, Patrick had been frantically looking for an in.
He was hell-bent on networking his way into a foreign enterprise known as EverLife Capital.
He wanted to ride their coattails and rake in astronomical profits on the global market.
EverLife Capital, as the name implied, was an organization supposedly researching life extension and immortality.
In today’s society, people were willing to pay absolutely any price just to squeeze out a few more years of life.
EverLife was a massive powerhouse in the business world, and anyone who partnered with them struck it rich.
Naturally, Patrick was salivating at the opportunity.
At the time, Serena had secretly directed her own firm, NovaForge Capital, to quietly prop up the Wynn Group behind the scenes.
NovaForge’s CEO possessed sharp
instincts. Sensing something incredibly sinister about EverLife, they aggressively blocked Patrick from dealing with them and flat out refused to invest a single dime into the venture.
But blinded by greed, Patrick had sidestepped NovaForge and contacted EverLife in secret. He kissed their boots, desperately begging them to let him in on the action.
Their executive had laid down one single condition.
Patrick had to provide blood samples from his entire family to support their ‘anti- aging genetic database p>
And they made it extremely clear: the older the donor, the better.
It was a blood pact.
The ultimate ticket to unimaginable wealth.
Patrick, of course, wasn’t about to let an opportunity like that slip away.
“That absolute idiot!” The Old Man roared, his eyes bloodshot. “To get in bed with EverLife, for money, he drove out to the countryside in the middle of the night. He tied, saying he was taking her in for a physical, forcibly drew a vial of her blood, and eagerly handed it over to them like a good little dog p>
The veins on Serena’s hands bulged, the sheer, murderous frost in her eyes nearly spilling over.
“EverLife Capital is just a front for the Obsidian Sun. Isn’t it p>
She could already connect the dots to what happened next.
The Old Man tightened his grip on his flask, closing his eyes. “Yes. EverLife Capital was nothing but a legitimate corporate disguise usad by the Obsidian Sun to globally harvest perfect human specimens p>
“That whole ‘genetic database’ garbage was just a cover to hunt down viable subjects p>
“The moment a matching specimen popped up… that person would mysteriously die
shortly after in an ‘accident’ that left no trace whatsoever p>
Only to be strapped down to the Obsidian Sun’s operating tables as a live test subject.