Chapter 668:
“Were those embryos?” she murmured, moving toward a glass cabinet, her gaze landing on something suspended in clear fluid — clusters of white cells, soft and cloud-like, hanging in a kind of dreamlike stasis. She recognized it as human embryos.
They were experimenting from the ground up, building biological weapons from life’s earliest forms — from embryos to newborns.
Allison’s memories flashed with images from years ago — a baby’s body, preserved in a jar just like these, meant for their grotesque “research.”
These illegal projects were supposed to have been eradicated, banned worldwide. But here on Fleeingland, those laws had no power.
It was unclear whether the experiments here were for creating biological weapons or for the so-called pursuit of eternal life.
Allison snapped back to the present when Verruckt straightened from his workbench, his cold gaze catching hers for a split second. She immediately dipped her head in acknowledgment.
“Hello, Mr. Shaw.”
He said nothing, but his crimson eyes met hers briefly, searing right through her.
In that fleeting moment, Allison felt a chill seep into her bones, as if she’d looked into an abyss that stared back.
Without a word, Verruckt turned and approached a locked electronic door behind the glass cabinets. He swiped his ID, and the door clicked open before he walked in. For a second, she caught a glimpse of darkness beyond, an impenetrable shadow that only grew as he stepped inside and the door slid shut behind him.noveldrama
However, she keenly seemed to note something. That room — the one hidden behind the heavy glass and steel — had to be important. Since the control area on the first basement level was in the central office, the one on the second basement level was likely behind that door.
Hell, maybe the entire research facility’s central control was located there, especially considering that Verruckt was the one in charge.
That evening, Allison made her way toward Verruckt’s office, using cleaning duties as her cover. But before she could go any further, Jareth suddenly emerged from the shadows, his expression stern.
“You’re not allowed in Mr. Shaw’s office without explicit permission. Don’t let your curiosity get you into places where you don’t belong,” he warned.
Startled, Allison quickly lowered her gaze, bowing her head in apology. “I was just finishing up some cleaning earlier. I assure you, I won’t overstep my duties, Mr. Williamson.”
Seeing her timid reaction, Jareth unexpectedly softened his tone. “Mr. Shaw has a bit of a cleanliness fixation. From now on, unless you’re explicitly told to, stay out of his office. I’ll let it slide this time, but there won’t be a second chance,” he explained.
Allison quickly nodded, feigning submission. “Understood.” Internally, she thought one warning was already more than enough.
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