Chapter 1186
"Next!"
With the gene editing complete and the special memory implanted, Juniper lifted her
chin slightly.
The researchers immediately carried the unconscious subject out and wheeled a new one in.
Juniper didn't pause, continuing to operate the specialized equipment and computer.
Corvus watched her quietly, his gaze growing profound.
From this angle, Specter looked remarkably like Theia.
He almost felt a surreal sense of nostalgia, as if he had traveled back over twenty years to when he and Theia worked in the same research institute.
Sensing the strange look, Juniper suddenly turned her head and caught Corvus staring right at her.
"What are you looking at?"
She frowned, a flash of disgust in her eyes, and snapped without holding back.
"If you weren't looking at me, how would you know I was looking at you?" Corvus retorted coldly, his face darkening.
"If you weren't staring at me, why would I even bother looking at you?" Juniper stopped what she was doing and glared icily at Corvus. Agitated and furious, she looked like an angry cat with its fur standing on end.
If it weren't for the reinforced iron bars separating them, Corvus had no doubt she would lunge over and rip his throat out.
"You sharp-tongued little brat!"
Corvus's expression stiffened, his aged eyes radiating a freezing chill. He voiced his displeasure, "You're my prisoner, can't I even look at you?"
"You're not so great yourself, you miserable old creep."
Juniper raised an eyebrow and let out a cold laugh. "That's right, you don't deserve to look at me!"
"Specter!" Corvus bellowed, his neck flushing red with rage, his eyes wide and glaring.
"Present, old bastard!"
Juniper maintained a faint smile, yet her eyes stared menacingly at Corvus, her arrogance off the charts.
The surrounding researchers and subordinates didn't dare utter a single word in the face of this exchange.
They had never seen anyone who could...
Oh, wait.
They had never seen anyone who *dared* to infuriate the boss this much!
A blazing fire of fury burned in Corvus's chest. He snatched a gun from the guard next to him and cocked it.
"Oh, my."
Juniper didn't show a hint of fear. She stared back at him calmly, a teasing smirk on her lips. "Gonna resort to violence because you lost an argument? Are you even @man, your old bastard?!" '
"?"
To actually dare mock the boss for not being a man-she had stomped right on his most sensitive nerve.
The truth was, the boss wasn't exactly a complete man.
Rumor had it that during one of his early experiments, a chemical spill occurred, and
the toxins invaded his body, altering certain genes.
For instance: he lost the ability to ever become a father.
The phrase "not a man" was an absolute taboo within Sanctum Holdings.
Corvus gripped the gun tightly, his rationality slipping away second by second. This wretched girl.
This mouthy little brat.
If he didn't need her for the gene modification research, he would have killed her long ago.
"Keep a close eye on her."
After a tense standoff, Corvus finally conceded defeat. Leaving behind a harsh command, he stormed off in a fit of rage.
"Yes, Boss."
Everyone let out a collective sigh of relief, their eyes wide as they stared at Juniper.
"Tsk."
Watching the man's furious, darkened face, Juniper felt in high spirits. She asked nonchalantly, "I want mangoes."
"Right away."
The subordinates had been
thoroughly traumatized into submission by Juniper To avoid hearing her complain endlessly they quickly cut up a plate of fruit and brought it over.
"The sweetness on this one isn't bad."
Juniper took a bite and narrowed her eyes in approval. "Buy this variety next time."
The subordinate's mouth twitched. Did she seriously think she was the boss around here?
"Got it."
Not daring to talk back, the subordinate replied weakly.
"Specter, please hurry up," a researcher reminded her softly.
"Do I need you telling me how to do my job?" Juniper shot a glance at the woman who spoke. She was in her fifties and had a very harsh, bitter face. "If you're so smart, why don't you do it? If not, shut your mouth!"