Chapter 1410
The professors shifted their focus back to Serena.
The breathtakingly beautiful girl was standing there, a wicked, knowing smirk playing on her lips as she locked eyes with Alaric Sinclair. Her luminous gaze was laced with a chilling mockery.
It was the look of a predator who had just watched a very stupid animal walk right into a steel trap.
The realization hit the professors instantly.
Their scientific oracle wasn’t being cornered. She was fishing.
Serena leaned into her amusement, her eyes tracking Alaric’s every micro- expression. She let out a soft, dark chuckle. It was the sound of sweet, inevitable
victory.
She had been right.
The Sinclair family… belonged to the Obsidian Sun.
All his grand, noble speeches about transparency and saving lives were pure garbage. He didn’t care about the experts. He cared about how much of her grandmother’s legacy she possessed. He wanted the exact biological blueprints she had used to hack the mutated nervous systems and failing organs in Severia.
Those experts had been medically dead. Annihilated by Obsidian Sun’s horrific experiments. She had used the fragmented data from her grandmother’s journal, combined with the Ghost Doctor’s acupuncture techniques, to forcefully rebuild their shattered bodies.
That was what the Obsidian Sun was desperate to get their hands on.
And now, Alaric was using his charity to launch a public extortion racket. If she refused his ‘generous offer, he would instantly brand her as a selfish fraud. He would accuse her of hoarding classified international medical data. He would imply her rescue was shady, and that she was using the Severia
tragedy to hoard power.
It was a flawless execution of the exact same propaganda the Obsidian Sun had deployed against Elyndor during the crisis.
The terrorist network was truly terrifying. They had deep, sprawling roots in Elyndor. They even owned the Chairman of the national biological foundation.
Serena’s smirk widened into a lethal curve. Her voice was ice. “You certainly care a great deal about my data, Chairman Sinclair p>
Alaric’s warm smile didn’t waver. “I am simply acting as the Chairman of the
foundation. I care deeply about the long-term recovery of those victims p>
Serena scoffed. “Do you care about the victims? Or do you care about the exact neurological blueprint I used to drag them out of the grave p>
Alaric’s gaze turned violently somber for a fraction of a second. The slip was so fast it was almost invisible and his gentle facade snapped right back into place. “You misunderstand me Miss Lancaster have absolutely no intention of stealing your proprietary techniques. I am simply trying to protect you. The Severia incident is a global powder keg. The international medical community demands a rigorous, professional explanation p>
Serena tilted her head slightly. “Oh? So you speak for the international medical community now p>
The words hit like a physical blow. Alaric’s expression tightened.
Her tone was sharp, aggressive, and completely unforgiving.
But he was the head of the Sinclair family. He had spent decades navigating high-stakes international summits and charity galas. He recovered instantly, his voice
smooth and steady. “The el.no
Sinclair
Foundation has bankrolled Countless global initiatives. We partner with the world’s elite
research institutes. While I don’t
claim to represent the entire
international community, I certainly have the authority to offer professional counsel p>
Serena let out a low, dangerous laugh, the mockery in her eyes blazing. “Let me get
this straight. You are using a non-profit charity as a crowbar to pry open my highly classified, proprietary patient data p>