Chapter 1182

"No garlic, no ginger, and extra cilantro."

Corvus froze in place, staring at her calmly, though his gaze was terrifyingly cold.

"And I want dessert after, preferably something mango-flavored." Juniper sat in her chair, casually swinging her feet. "What about candy? I'd like some candy, too."

"Anything else?"

Corvus's lips twitched, the scar under his eye contorting menacingly. He spoke through gritted teeth.

"Nope."

Juniper thought for a moment, shook her head, and said politely, "Thanks."

Corvus kept a long, sullen face, not saying a word.

Behind him, several researchers and subordinates were also staring at her in sheer disbelief.

Did she not understand the concept of being a prisoner?

That posture, that attitude...

If you didn't know she was being held captive, you'd think she was at a resort.

Living in a 'prison-themed' luxury hotel.

"I want food-"

Seeing that no one was moving, Juniper, who was already starving, raised her voice and started yelling again.

"What are you standing around for?! Hurry up and go prepare food for this starving ghost!" Corvus turned his head and roared viciously.

"Yes, sir!"

The subordinates scrambled out of the room.

"You just stay here and behave," Corvus said, tilting his chin toward the computer. "All the data on the gene modification research is in there. Take an early look at it." "The sooner you succeed in your research, the sooner I can give you a quick death."

"Sure."

Juniper glanced at the computer, a smirk curling on her lips.

The computer was fitted with a tracker; the moment she tried to exit the local network, an alarm would trigger.

Not only that, but the device was being monitored in real time, making it utterly impossible to send a message outside.

The old bastard really learned his lesson.

Seeing her acting docile, Corvus didn't say anything more and stormed off.

The researchers hurried after him, muttering among themselves.

Why did it feel like the boss was being awfully indulgent with this girl?

Could it be because she looked the most like Dr. Sommers?

But no matter what, she was still Silas Blackwood's daughter!

Thinking back to Celine Sherwin last time...

They just couldn't understand it!

After Corvus left.

Juniper sat in front of the computer and thoroughly browsed through the data.

Gene modification was indeed quite difficult.

Otherwise, Albia Country wouldn't have hit a dead end, stuck on the final step with no progress.

It might be hard for others, but for her...

It was just a matter of spending a little extra time on it.

It wasn't that hard.

Under the surveillance camera.

Corvus watched the girl on the screen earnestly studying the materials, a dark aura entirely enveloping him.

"Boss, Specter seems to be behaving," the steward, Gino, said cautiously.

"Behaving?"

Corvus snorted, his brows furrowing.

"She's got a thousand tricks up her

sleeve. Ten of you combined

couldn't outsmart her."

Setting such a massive trap just to lure him in.

Nineteen years old.

Give her a few more years of experience, and she'd probably be ruling the world.

She was a genius.

What a pity.

The fact that she carried Silas Blackwood's genes in her body was simply nauseating.

"Send more men to guard the door. Keep your eyes on her at all times," he ordered.

Having witnessed what this girl was capable of, Corvus couldn't relax his guard for a second.

"Boss, should we send the medicine for Silas Blackwood?" Gino asked again.

"Send it."

Corvus stood with his hands behind his back, speaking coldly. "Silas Blackwood can only die by my hands."

"Understood."

Gino nodded, immediately ordering his men to deliver the medicine to the designated spot and spread the word.

Before long.

The food was prepared and brought to Juniper's room.

The girl immediately dug in, until she was completely

showing absolutely zeroffe

appetite

Watching her look so satisfied, Corvus narrowed his eyes, the image of a young Theia once again surfacing in his mind.

She used to be quite the little foodie, too, always wanting to try every weird and wonderful dish.

At that thought, Corvus felt a tightness in his Hooked away his back into a mask of cold

chest. He quickly et

face hardening

ruthlessness.