Chapter 1905

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Mirabella's face fell when she heard the news. She had always been wary of experimental drugs and knew the Lennox family had a treasure trove of medical research stashed away. Although Asa wasn't directly connected to the Lennox family, his partnership with Maverick suggested that Maverick might have already shared the genetic modification data with him.

As she recalled the documents Prince Lockie had sent and James's sudden

disappearance, Mirabella realized Asa's true goal wasn't a research collaboration; it was all about James. Using Chester and Nellie as decoys and Santos as a smokescreen, Asa had cleverly calculated that James would be with her. When all her focus was on Santos, Asa executed his plan seamlessly.

"Mira, we can't allow that drug to hit the market; it would throw the world into chaos," Nellie said, her voice full of urgency. She understood the catastrophic consequences of such out-of-time technology.

"I know." Mirabella took a deep breath, pushing down her thoughts. She pulled out her phone and called Wyatt, who was working behind the scenes.

The call connected quickly. "Ms. Mirabella, are you done there?"

Mirabella's eyes were cold and determined. "Did you notice anything strange outside?"

Wyatt, who had set up surveillance when they entered the estate, replied swiftly, "We caught a few hitmen, but nothing else. What's wrong?"

Mirabella guessed there must be another exit, or Wyatt would have noticed something. "Asa's target was James. He took advantage of the chaos to abduct him," she explained, clutching her phone tightly.

"What?" Wyatt's voice was sharp with shock. "But we didn't see Asa or his team leave."

"He planned this all along. We've been tricked."

Mirabella couldn't fathom why Asa went to such lengths to take James,

disregarding his identity and the powerful forces backing him. It was audaciously strange.

Wyatt clenched his fist, determination in his voice. "I'll organize a search for Asa. He couldn't have gone far in such a short time."

Despite the chaos in the region, the area wasn't enormous. Wyatt was confident a thorough search would find him.

Mirabella nodded, about to hang up when her eyes caught a button on her coat. Pausing, an idea struck her, and she asked, "Do you have a special communicator?"

"Yes," Wyatt responded immediately. "I'll bring it to you right away."

"Good," Mirabella said, ending the call and turning to Nellie, who looked deeply troubled. "Don't worry too much; we haven't hit rock bottom yet."

Nellie gave a bitter smile, guilt heavy in her voice. "If I had destroyed those documents years ago, none of this would have happened."

Mirabella was silent for a moment before looking up. "I forgot to tell you, my mentor isn't actually dead."

Nellie was taken aback. "He's alive?"

"Yes," Mirabella said, irony in her eyes. "He was the one who founded the First Base."

"The founder wasn't King..." Nellie began, then stopped, realization dawning. "You mean your mentor is King?"

"Yes."

Nellie staggered back, shaking her head. "I remember he sacrificed himself for you with a time reversal. How could he survive?"

"He used me as an experiment to test if time reversal was real."

Mirabella's emotions were numb, perhaps because Maverick was dead and the Stevenson family was no more, making everything else seem less significant.

Nellie struggled with this new truth, then turned to Mirabella again. "And now he..."

"He's dead," Mirabella said softly. "Morgan and his team are gone too."

Nellie stumbled, and if not for Jim's support, she would have collapsed. It took her a long time to muster the courage to speak, her lips trembling. "They're all gone?"

Mirabella nodded, her throat tight. "Yes."

Nellie let out a cry, unable to hold back the metallic taste in her mouth as she vomited.

"Nellie, are you okay? Don't scare me," Jim pleaded, his eyes wide with fear as he held her, his hands shaking.

Mirabella quickly went over, checking Nellie's pulse with a furrowed brow.

"Mira, is Nellie..." Jim's voice was choked with worry, his eyes red with unshed tears.

Nellie squeezed Mirabella's hand as if to assure her, and Mirabella nodded. "It's nothing serious. She just needs rest when we get back."

Jim, perhaps oblivious to the subtle exchange, held Nellie tightly. "I don't ask for much in life, Nellie. Just for you to be okay."

Nellie's heart ached, unable to tell him the inevitable truth. "Everything will be fine," Mirabella murmured, her hands clenched, her gaze lowered.

The room was silent until Wyatt walked in, breaking the heavy atmosphere.

"Ms. Mirabella, here's the communicator." Wyatt handed over a button-like device.

"I've tried connecting to James's signal, but there's no response."

Mirabella held the communicator, then switched her phone to computer mode. A virtual screen and keyboard appeared in mid-air.

Her fingers flew across the virtual keys, and lines of code scrolled across the screen as she hacked into the communicator's core.

After about half a minute, the screen changed to display a map.

Mirabella pointed at a red dot moving continuously on the map. "Send someone to the central city, to the Fortified Tower. That seems to be their destination." Get full chapters from find(?)ovel.net

"Got it," Wyatt nodded, pulling out his phone to make a call.

Five state-of-the-art fighter jets were already hidden in the skies above, waiting for the command to engage.

Mirabella put her phone away and turned to Chester and Nellie. "I'll have someone escort you back to the Davis estate."

Jim was concerned about Nellie's health but also worried about his niece. "But what about you?"

Mirabella's lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes colder than ever. "Don't worry, Chester. I'll handle this and be back soon. It won't take long."

Jim sighed, understanding the special connection between James and Mirabella. "Be safe. If anything unexpected happens, don't push yourself too hard." "There won't be any surprises," Mirabella replied, her voice steady and cold. She wasn't worried about James's abilities, and during the chaos earlier, if Asa had tried to forcibly take James away, it would have been difficult.

So, as expected, it was likely that James had let himself be taken intentionally. Mirabella refocused her thoughts and strode out, not wanting to delay any further. "Rea," Nellie suddenly called out.

Mirabella stopped and turned back, her figure backlit and slightly blurred, softening her sharp features.

"I remembered your mentor once

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researched a consciousness implantation technology. It involved compressing all memories of a dying person into a data chip, which could then be implanted into a healthy person potentially merging into a person with two sets of memories."

"Essentially, it's like a form of rebirth," Nellie paused, then continued, "But the technology was lost with your mentor's death. We never doubted his death, so..."

"He's dead," Mirabella stated flatly. "I've destroyed everything related to the Massolio family."

Nellie was silent for a long time, long enough that Mirabella had already left. Finally, relief appeared in her eyes. "...Good."

**Elsewhere.**

The Fortified Center Tower in the conflict zone.

Asa stepped out of the elevator and into the basement. As he walked, metal doors sensed his presence and opened automatically. He stopped at the end, in front of

a lab.

Pressing a button on the door, it opened, and two scientists in white protective suits greeted Asa with a nod. "You're here."

Asa gestured for his men to bring in the unconscious James, then gave some instructions and entered the lab himself.

"Everything ready?" Asa asked as he removed his coat, addressing the scientists.

"Everything is prepared, but the

success fate of this procedure is

uncertain. The risks are incredibly

high. If it fails you might, The Scientist looked grave, hoping to persuade Asa to reconsider.

Asa glanced at the man laid out on the operating table and shook his head.

"There's no time."

He had planned for so long to bring James here. If he didn't act now, there might

not be another chance.

Moreover, his own body was failing, and he couldn't wait any longer.

Seeing Asa's determination, the scientist sighed. "Alright, we'll do our best to ensure the experiment succeeds."

"Good," Asa said, now stripped to reveal skin marred by sores and lesions, a

result of prolonged radiation exposure, evident to anyone familiar with biochemical research.

Asa seemed accustomed to it, lying on another operating table, his piercing blue eyes staring at the the procedure fails, ne

ceiling. the prothenelo

added, "use the fusion serum from Locker 32."

The scientist's eyes widened in shock. "That could plunge the world into chaos."