Chapter 1422
Alaric immediately clamped his mouth shut, his face deathly pale.
The guests in the banquet hall stared at the document, then shifted their gazes to
Alaric.
Just moments ago, Alaric had been preaching that he was merely making a spontaneous suggestion out of goodwill, advising Serena to publish part of her rescue strategy.
Yet this application had been filed three days ago.
Which meant p>
This wasn’t a spontaneous thought at all.
He had been scheming for the Severia rescue data all along.
Upon seeing the document, Dr. Arthur Smith’s face darkened instantly. “This is a rejection file from The Global Medical Oversight Coalition p>
“Three days ago, the Sinclair foundation formally applied to the GMOC to access the neurological response data, anomalous drug reactions, and resuscitation window logs for the first batch of critical experts from Severia p>
“This involves international classified information, and the application was outright rejected p>
He glared at Alaric, his eyes frigid. “Chairman Sinclair, since you were already explicitly denied by the GMOC, why did you attempt to publicly pressure Miss Serena tonight p>
A layer of cold sweat broke out on Alaric’s back, but he clung to his composure. “The foundation did indeed process a related application internally, but that was just a routine procedure by the project team. I was not aware of the specific details myself p>
“Oh?” Serena’s lips curved. “You weren’t aware p>
Nicholas tapped the screen of his tablet.
The document on the big screen scrolled down.
Next page.
Under the electronic signature section, Alaric’s personal authorization seal was clearly stamped.
Beside it, a sticky-note comment was neatly typed.
-If the GMOC refuses, attempt to secure a personal authorization waiver from Serena Lancaster.
— Recommend leveraging domestic public opinion, using “transparency” and “helping more victims” as the core narrative.
Alaric’s expression shattered completely.
Arthur Harrison and Sebastian Montgomery both jerked their heads up, their faces ghostly pale.
They finally realized whose play they had been acting in tonight.
Transparency.
Helping more victims.
Weren’t those the exact words Alaric had just used?
Verbatim.
This had never been an impromptu speech.
It was a meticulously crafted script.
First, have the Montgomery family suppress Serena with their social status.
Then, have the Harrison family suppress her using medical rigor.
Finally, Alaric would swoop in, cloaked in philanthropy, international concern, and medical ethics, to force her to hand over the rescue protocols.
One interlocking ring after another.
If Serena’s psychological defenses had been just a little bit weaker, she truly might have cracked under the pressure.
Alaric’s fingers dug into his palms until his knuckles turned white, but he kept fighting. “These things can be forged Miss Lancaster, if you Want to target the Sinclair family, you should at least present legally binding evidence p>
“Don’t rush,” Serena smiled. “I naturally have more evidence p>
Nicholas swiped his tablet again.
The screen shifted once more.
This time, it was a document in Elyndorian.
[The Sinclair Group Biotech Charity Foundation – Offshore Funding Flow Over the
Past Three Years]
What followed was a list of names highlighted in red.
Things like the Neural Restoration Center.
Westover Free Port.
Rows and rows of names cascaded down the screen.
Many of them were the exact locations Serena had casually mentioned just minutes
ago.
Locations that functioned as
free-trade zones and research
transit hubs on the surface, but were
actually rampant with underground
experiments, legal frack-market
trading, and illicit biological
research.
Then came the proof of massive capital flows, detailing how the Sinclair foundation had pumped astronomical sums of money into these locations under various guises over the past three years.
As the file scrolled to the very bottom.
It revealed a document co-signed by Alaric Sinclair and someone named “Raven p>