title = Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! Chapter N
Serena waved him off dismissively. “Suit yourself. I’m not the one on a ticking clock p>
Director Silas Kaelen didn’t say another word. He turned and led his men out of the room. “Then I won’t disturb Your Excellency’s rest p>
The door clicked shut.
Slouching against the back of her chair, Serena let out a quiet, knowing smirk.
She stood up and walked straight toward the suitcases overflowing with cash.
She dumped the thick bundles of US dollars directly onto her bed.
Instantly, a small mountain of cash piled up on the mattress.
The smile on Serena’s lips deepened by the second.
She picked up the bundles, flipping through the bills one by one.
Her pale, gloomy face broke into a smile of absolute, intoxicating greed.
“Project Zero-Transit really is loaded,” she licked her lips, murmuring to herself. “I
definitely came to the right place p>
She let out a low, breathless laugh.
Grabbing a massive handful of cash, she tossed it casually into the air.
Banknotes rained down over the bed.
It was a scene of ultimate decadence.
Surrounded by the falling money, Serena smiled with a manic, obsessive hunger.
As an elite hacker.
How could she not know that her room was bugged with cameras?
And not just one.
Project Zero-Transit wouldn’t place their absolute trust in anyone.
Especially not a stranger who had just engaged with their core assets and displayed
a skill level far beyond their expectations.
Of course they wouldn’t let their guard down.
So, all she had to do was lean into The Panacea’s persona, magnifying that desperate greed.
Because to an organization as obscenely wealthy as Project Zero-Transit,
Greed was the easiest flaw to control.
Even if she demanded the treatment data, they would just assume she needed it to leverage an even higher payout later.
And sure enough p>
On the other end of the surveillance feed, the security operatives assigned to monitor The Panacea watched her roll around in her bed of cash.
One by one, they let go of their final lingering suspicions.
The Merchant’s Quarter, second floor, private lounge.
Decadent lighting refracted through crystal glasses, turning the swirling liquor into liquid gold.
It was the glow of pure extravagance.
The people sitting in this room were almost exclusively the elite buyers who had secured bidding rights for this voyage of Project Zero-Transit.
Originally, tonight was supposed to be the preview exhibition for the Living Assets.
But half an hour ago, a temporary notice from the organizers had flashed across the massive screen
in
he center of the wall, Due to
equipment failure, the Living Asset preview has been suspended p>
[Please await further updates from the crew regarding the rescheduled time p>
The moment the message dropped.
The mood in the lounge soured instantly.
The individuals granted access to the second floor of The Merchant’s Quarter.
Held statuses and bank accounts that ordinary buyers couldn’t even fathom.
A significant portion of them had boarded Project Zero-Transit.
Expressly for this specific batch of Living Assets.
Now that they were already in international waters, the crew had suddenly pulled the plug on the preview.
Anyone would be furious.
A representative for a shadow cartel slammed his glass onto the table. “Equipment failure? Is Project Zero-Transit taking us for fools p>
“They didn’t mention anything about unpredictable equipment failures before we bought our tickets p>
An underground auctioneer nearby scoffed coldly. “I didn’t spend a fortune boarding this ship just to be fed weak excuses p>
“They halt the Living Asset preview just like that, without any real explanation p>
“They were quick enough to take our money, but when it’s time to inspect the goods, we just have to sit and wait? Who knows how long this will take p>
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Someone had already flagged down a lounge attendant. “Go find out exactly when the exclusive preview is resuming. We don’t have time to Staround wasting our lives in here