Chapter 1180

Blood trickled across the floor, its metallic tang mingling with a peculiar sweetness in the air. On the operating table lay a person, being injected with a pale green liquid at that very moment.

A slender figure approached, her voice as cold as a winter chill. "How's the experiment coming along?"

"We're almost there. Subject 74 was discovered and is now under their scrutiny. Don't worry, they won't uncover anything significant. 74 didn't hold much of our secrets. We're safe."

The woman nodded, her expression unreadable. "74 was compromised. You can't afford any mistakes with Subject 75. Otherwise, you'll have more than just a bad day."

"Boss, rest assured. We're putting everything into making 75 the perfect specimen."

Without another word, she headed deeper into the lab. In a side room, a massive screen displayed a photo of Logan, alongside various data points on his physical condition.

"Logan's whereabouts are unknown. I went to Green Valley to track him down, but he'd already vanished from there, took off on his own."

The woman frowned, her gaze steely. "Did he go looking for Josefina?"

"No, Josefina's still in the dark about Logan's disappearance."

Crossing her arms, she scrutinized the data on the screen intently. "If Josefina's unaware, then let her find out. She's resourceful; she'll help us locate Logan quickly."

The man's eyes lit up with admiration, recognizing the brilliance of her plan. This was good news! They wouldn't need to launch a massive search, nor risk exposure. They just had to shadow Josefina and pick up the trail she blazed.

The woman pulled out her phone, skimming through her messages. "Have we confirmed Josefina's identity?"

"Boss, we haven't pinned it down yet. When the professor was killed, all the data was lost. If he were alive, he'd verify it for us."

"Useless!" She kicked him, sending him sprawling. He knelt there, blood trickling from his mouth.

"Keep digging. If you can't find the truth, come back with your head in hand!" She stormed off, seething.

Meanwhile, Josefina woke with a start, sitting bolt upright. Oliver was awake in an instant, sitting up beside her.

"Josie, nightmare?" He flicked on the bedside lamp.

Sweat dotted Josefina's forehead, her brow furrowed in distress. Oliver took her hand, his voice soothing and gentle. "Don't worry, it's just a dream. Dreams are often the opposite of reality."

Josefina nestled against Oliver's chest, her voice muffled. "I'm okay."

He held her, gently rubbing her back. His tender actions gradually eased Josefina's

tension. After a while, Josefina pulled away from Oliver's embrace.

"Oliver, I'm alright now."

She lay back down, but Oliver sat her up again. "You won't fall back asleep easily. Let's sit on the couch for a bit. Lying down too much isn't good for you."

Josefina gazed at Oliver with

warmth in her eyes. He was so thoughtful always considering her comfort. Oliver really was something

special sitting on the couch, Josefina felt much better than lying down.

"Josie, what did you dream about?" Oliver asked, having never seen

Josefina so shaken by a nightmare

before. He didn't want to mak

relive but he needed to

her

understand what the dream might

signify.

Oliver drew Josefina close, his embrace a balm for her frayed nerves. She

recounted everything, "I dreamt I was on an operating table in a lab, and someone was injecting something into me."