Chapter 1004
Chapter 1004:
Johan found himself cornered by creditors at the nightclub’s rear entrance, his limited-edition sneakers tragically soiled in a sewage ditch.
“How dare you lay a finger on me? I’ll have someone p>
“Who’s left to help you now?” a bodyguard in black gripped him by the collar.
“Mr. Barton sent a message. He bought 139 coffins for the 139 photos you took of Miss Roberts. He wants to know which one you prefer for your final resting place p>
As Flynn went to the Barton estate to beg for forgiveness, Maggie was gracefully tending to her roses.
“Now you’re trembling? But it’s far too late,” she murmured.
She motioned for the butler to initiate the live stream.
“If you wish to plead for mercy, now’s your chance to tell the world how your son tried to seize what didn’t belong to him p>
Meanwhile, in another live stream, Johan’s face was a canvas of bruises and swelling, and he shakily recited the confession crafted by Austin.
“I shouldn’t have coveted Mr. Barton’s fiancée p>
Netizens swarmed the comments like bees to honey.
“He got what was coming to him p>
“Mr. Barton is on a warpath p>
Ellen, legs crossed and munching on an apple, suddenly launched the core at the TV.
“What a bastard p>
In the lab, Yelena stole a glance at the live stream, a sly smirk dancing on her lips.
Her phone then buzzed with a message from Austin.
“Satisfied? There’s more where that came from if you want p>
Yelena raised an eyebrow but kept her silence. A complex expression flickered in her eyes as she curled her lips.
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She understood that Austin was genuinely furious this time.
What he had done served as a stark warning to anyone who dared to covet her.
Yelena’s fingertip hovered over the phone screen, the sterile blue glow of the lab flickering in her eyes. The ventilation system hummed steadily, a mechanical heartbeat in the silence. Cells in the incubator continued their relentless division, and glass apparatus refracted the final message from Austin.
A scalpel scraped against the petri dish, the sudden sound slicing through the quiet. Steady-handed, Yelena placed a slice of a mutated mouse’s liver tissue onto a glass slide, watching the dark red fluid trail off the edge of the operating table like ink bleeding from an ancient script.
“Telomerase activity in sample No. 3 has jumped another 27%,” she murmured, her voice muffled behind the mask. “These cancer cells… they’re not just growing. They’re adapting p>
A rhythmic vibration rippled through the test tube rack. Yelena’s eyes flicked toward a centrifuge tube labeled “X-0927,” trembling as though caught in a silent earthquake—shaking without any discernible cause. Her breath hitched. That was the “medical waste” Austin had sent her last week. It shouldn’t be shaking.
Her phone vibrated again.
“Meet me on the rooftop p>
Yelena stripped off her gloves, the scent of formalin clinging to her fingers like a ghost that refused to leave. As she pushed open the rooftop security door, the night breeze carried the faint, resinous scent of cedar, curling around her like whispered secrets.
Stretching as she stepped out, her gaze locked onto a tall figure standing across from her. Austin leaned with effortless indifference against a glowing neon sign, his suit jacket draped carelessly over the railing, his loosened tie hanging against the unbuttoned collar of his shirt.