Chapter 1117

Sometimes, psychological torture was far more devastating than physical pain.

Hearing his description, terrifying images flashed through Celine's mind. Her body instinctively tensed, and her already pale face drained of all color. She was genuinely terrified.

But she would never let them see that.

"Bring it on," Celine spat through gritted teeth. "Let's see what breaks first-your drugs or my resolve."

Her parents had been imprisoned and tortured for sixteen years. This was nothing compared to what they had endured.

As soon as the words left her mouth, a heavy wave of exhaustion crashed over her. Her eyelids felt like lead. Soon, she lost all sensation and slipped into a deep coma.

What followed was a barrage of horrific nightmares. In her dreams, she fought desperately to wake up. When she finally opened her eyes, she realized she was only in another layer of the nightmare, trapped in an endless loop...

In just thirty minutes, she cycled through dozens of nightmares, each violently tearing at her sanity. When she finally jolted awake into reality, she was drenched in sweat, her face contorted in agony, terrified to even take a breath.

"Give her a dose every three hours," Gino ordered coldly after observing her reaction, turning his back on her without an ounce of pity.

The heavy iron door slammed shut.

Celine lay on the freezing bed, staring at the faint sliver of light bleeding through the cracks in the wall, and forced a bitter smile. She regretted this a little. If she had known it would end like this, she would have said a proper goodbye to her family.

Warren must be losing his mind with worry.

And Juniper. She had been so excited to be an aunt, even volunteering to name the baby.

Now, it was all gone.

Celine closed her eyes, tears slipping down her cheeks, looking utterly desolate.

***

On the other side of the city, the moment they were absolutely sure they had shaken Sanctum Holdings' tail, Juniper spoke. "Take me to the Subterra Vanguard main base."

"What's the emergency?" Shanley asked softly, taking her hand.

"It's important." Juniper looked at him and nodded firmly. "Very important."

"Alright." Seeing her pale complexion, Shanley didn't push for details and changed

course.

***

At Subterra Vanguard.

The moment the car parked, Juniper threw the door open and marched inside. "Juniper?" Michael rubbed his eyes in disbelief when he saw her suddenly appear. Juniper ignored him and headed straight for the lab.

"What's going on?" Michael asked Shanley, who was hurrying close behind.

"I'd like to know that myself," Shanley admitted, quickening his pace.

At the lab entrance, Juniper passed the facial recognition scan and walked in.

"Boss?" The researchers all stood up in surprise. "Aren't you supposed to be in school? Why are you back?"

Juniper didn't answer. Instead, she handed a transparent evidence. bag to the nearest technician.

comparison How long?ve

The technician took the bag, glancing down to see several hair follicles inside. "Eight hours."

It used to take much longer, but the base had constantly upgraded its equipment. With their advanced tech the turnaround time had been slashed to just eight hours. Contents

"Let me know the second the results are out."

"Boss, what's the relationship between the two samples?" the technician asked curiously watching

Juniper turn to leave.

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"Father and daughter," Juniper replied, her steps faltering for a split second. "Mine,

and my father's."

What? Father and daughter? The boss found her dad?