Chapter 1767
Maja finally sumbed to pouring a ss of water, considering Patric''s hands were bound behind
his back, rendering him incapable of holding the cup himself.
She pressed the rim of the ss to his lips, feeding him personally. This seemed to make him
somewhat ufortable as he turned his head away, "Get a man to do this."
Undeterred, Maja forced the ss between his lips, and water gurgled down his throat until Patric
was coughing violently, nearly hacking up a tear.
After he''d gulped down more than half the ss, Maja set it aside and asked with a nonchnt
tone, "Still thirsty?"
Patric continued to cough, his lips pressed into a cold, thin line. Seeing that he remained silent,
Maja returned to her seat.
She had alreadyid out her theories, having been an outsider to the inner circle''s situation, which
allowed her to analyze everything objectively.
However, Fitch and the others had known Bernard since childhood, and Ian had practically been
raised under Bernard''s watchful eye. It was hard for them to suspect someone so close.
But Maja chose that moment to drop a bombshell, "Isn''t Phelps a living example? You''ve known him
for years, yet what was the truth?"
Fitch cast his gaze downward, hiding the turmoil in his eyes.
"I''ll cooperate. What''s the n from here?"
"Number 8 and this girl," Maja gestured toward the girl who had been using Dn''s shoulder as a
pillow, her name still unknown to them.Content ? provided by N?velDrama.Org.
"Both of them are remarkably skilled. Among the best in the world. After I hand over Ian and Patric
tomorrow, they''ll follow surreptitiously. If Bernard makes a move, they''ll know. They can ry
information back to us."
"Also, Fitch, leak the news about Queena''s swap. Implicate Bernard''s rivals, make them suspect
him. It''ll keep him busy in the public eye, which give us a better opportunity to make our move."
"Dn, this girl only listens to you. You''ll need tomand her from outside. Nana, your brother''s
the same. You and Dn might need to be on call with them, directing their every move."
Beck waited impatiently for his assignment, yet it had still note. He finally cleared his throat and
pointed to himself with a finger.
Maja nced at him, "Beck, I need you to find someone Bernard cares about - his wife or other
rtives - someone to hold leverage over him."
Before she could finish, Fitch interjected.
"Bernard''s wife passed away a long time ago, and they were deeply in love. He went gray overnight
because of it, and he''s been dyeing his hair ever since. He cherished her deeply. If his son truly
died before reaching the research base, what Bernard might want to resurrect could be more than
just his son."
Now Fitch''s theory was also bold, and it was the only one that seemed to connect all dots. Maja''s
eyes narrowed. In that case, Bernard would need two bodies - one for his son''s memories and one
for his wife''s.
If he intended to use Ian as one of the vessels, then who would be the female counterpart? This
was a puzzle Maja couldn''t solve yet, but so far, all they could do were those things.
They had to start by uncovering clues to gradually reveal Bernard''s true intentions. She turned to
the girl by Dn and the silent Number 8, her voice filled with sincerity, "Ian''s life is in your hands
now."
Number 8 looked up, his eyes shing with a mix of determination and anxiety as he swallowed
hard, "No problem."
The girl tugged at Dn''s sleeve, hesitated for a few seconds, and then eked out a word, "Okay."
Maja had no choice but to make this choice. If these two "creatures" couldn''t protect Ian, the game
was lost. She had to trust them.
The brief meeting adjourned, and Maja ascended to the second floor, entering her bedroom.
Ian was still unconscious, showing no signs of waking. Maja took his hand and let out a soft sigh.