Chapter 1681
Sarah arrived swiftly, drawing blood samples with a frown creasing her forehead.
Beck''s heart skipped a beat, his lips pressed tightly together. "Doc, he''s gonna be okay, right?"
Sarah turned to the others in the room. "Who gave him the injection?"
Without hesitation, Beck had his men bring Queena in. Withn still unconscious, he dared noty a finger on her, choosing
instead to keep her detained.
The local police station, where Rachel worked, was moring for Queena''s return, insisting that a murder suspect should not be
taken away so lightly.
Beck simply brushed off the policewoman''s demands and had Queena brought to the hospital.
At first nce, Sarah''s pupils shrank.
"Doc, is there something off about her identity?"
“Everyone from the research base is brilliant, even by their standards," Sarah replied.
Beck''s demeanor darkened. "What the hell is wrong withn, then?"
Queena, under guard, let out a sly chuckle, her lips curling into a smirk.
Her expression was one of arrogance and contempt.
"So, Dr. Sarah, you are still alive and remember a nobody like me."
Sarah raised her hand, continuing her examination onn. "He''ll live, but the drug this woman fed him is problematic. The exact
issue, only she knows."
The research facility was a haven for geniuses, capable of concocting any drug imaginable. Even after years spent there, Sarah
was unaware of the full scope of their pharmacopeia as research varied by sector.
“We''ll have to wait until he wakes up to see the full reaction."
Relief washed over Beck, knowing Ian''s life hung in the bnce. But that relief was short-lived as Sarah added, "His brain has
been intentionally damaged. If he wakes up, he might have the IQ of a toddler. We''ll see more once he regains consciousness.”
Atingle of dread crawled across Beck''s scalp at the thought; better to keep this from Maja for now.
Queena''sugh echoed again, her eyes lingering onn with yearning.
But the many still, oblivious to her fervent affection.
She licked her lips, a triumphant tone in her voice. "You can''t kill me. Without me, he won''t survive."
Beck''s gaze sharpened. "What the hell did you poison him with?"
Queena was pale, clearly anemic, yet she bore no injuries. How could she be losing blood?
Arealization dawned on Sarah, her hand going to her temple. "I think | know. There was a drug developed at the facility. The
higher-ups deemed it worthless and abandoned the research."
“What kind of drug?"
"It used human blood to create a substance akin to opium. Anyone fed this drug would quickly be addicted, with a
dependency a thousand times stronger than that of ordinary marijuana. In past trials, subjects would be so desperate for
their blood fix that one even bit off his own tongue in withdrawal."
Sarah''s face grew grim as she caught Queena’s smug, knowing look.
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blood, inducing agitation in the
subjects when deprived. The eSepied jeats
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the AN of the blood. This blood
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She had created this drug to control theb''s living weapons—what better way to ensure their loyalty?
But the higher-ups refused to use their own blood to feed a weapon, and the project was scrapped.
Yet, using this drug againstn was perfect.
Even if these people suspected her, they wouldn''t dare kill her.
Oncen woke up, he would seek her out.
Triumph was written all over her face, eagerly anticipating his awakening.
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