Chapter 818:
âTook you long enough,â he said, a glass vial with a swirling silver liquid pinched between his fingers.
âGet him!â one of the men barked.
But Verruckt just waved the vial with a mocking flourish. âYou can come closer if you want, but I suggest you think twice. If Joshâs precious drug hits the floor, how will you explain that mess?â
The menâs eyes widened in shock. Their leader swallowed nervously. âLetâs talk this out, Mr. Shaw. No need for violence.â
Verruckt sneered. âOh really? Then prove it.â
Begrudgingly, the leader gestured for his men to lower their weapons. âWe can negotiate. Just put the vial down.â
âWhat if I donât?â Verruckt taunted.
The leader fought to keep his cool. âThen it could break so easily.â
Though uncertain of the vialâs contents, Josh had insisted it was vital.
âVerruckt, break that, and you wonât walk out of here alive. You get that, right?â
It was a clear threat, yet Verruckt ignored it, leisurely twirling the vial. âWant it? Come and try taking it.â
Just then, a womanâs irate voice echoed from outside. âWhat are you all up to?â Everyone turned.
Fiona stood there, fuming, her gown marred by streaks of dust. She had clearly made a stealthy escape.
The leader, recognizing her instantly, felt his stomach knot with anxiety. âMiss Smith, this isnât a place for you,â he warned.
But Fiona was seething. âI came anyway! Did my father send you to kill him?â
The leader found himself cornered, unable to speak freely. His silence was telling. He wouldnât dare act without orders.
âMiss Smith, you should ask Mr. Smith. Iâm not at liberty to discuss this.â
His evasive reply did little to obscure the truth. To Fiona, his words rang as an admission of guilt. Her eyes widened with shock. âWhat? My father has been lying to me!â
She turned to Verruckt, her eyes pleading. âIâm sorry, I had no idea my father wanted you dead. But I promise, I wonât let it happen.â
She knew the Immortality Group coveted the experimental drug. It must be what Verruckt was holding.
âVerruckt, can you give it to me? If you hand it over, I might be able to secure your safety.â
The only way Fiona could think of was to exchange his safety with the drug. The men in black, wary of Fionaâs stature, cautiously lowered their guns.
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