Chapter 1227

Juniper turned around, looking at the man with a grave expression. She stood on

her tiptoes, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, and raised an eyebrow. "Rest up. We have plenty of time ahead of us."

No matter how you listened to it, that phrase sounded deeply inappropriate.

His little girl was picking up bad habits.

The rain poured down in torrents.

Fierce winds whipped the dark clouds, and the ocean surged violently, crashing against the shore with deafening roars.

The rain fell harder and harder.

The entire sky went black, making it impossible to see a hand in front of your face.

Juniper approached the surveillance cameras and paused to think, the rain drenching her face.

A few seconds later.

She picked up a sturdy branch from the ground, dipped it in mud, and dropped into a sprinter's stance.

3-2-1.

Juniper sprinted forward and leaped, smashing the branch violently against the

camera.

The feed cut to static for several seconds.

Juniper successfully bypassed the camera, dusted off her hands, and kept moving.

There were more cameras ahead, but since she was close to the house, she could scale the walls.

Meanwhile.

Inside the villa.

Theia sat quietly in the living room, staring blankly at the grand piano in front of her. "Theia, it's been years since I've heard you play."

Corvus sat on the sofa, swirling a glass of red wine, in exceptionally high spirits. "Today is a wonderful day. Play something to celebrate."

The so-called "wonderful day" was that the Gene Modification Project was nearly complete.

Nadia was in the lab right now, making the final adjustments.

Perhaps by tomorrow...

The research would finally be done.

"Theia, why aren't you moving?" Having been treated like thin air for days, Corvus had his limits, and his tone sharpened considerably.

Theia took a deep breath, resting her slender fingers on the black and white keys.

A melodious, soothing tune drifted through the air, calming the mind.

Corvus nodded in satisfaction, closing his eyes to enjoy the music.

As she played, Theia kept her eyes on Corvus, her gaze locking onto his hand.

The ring on his finger was the detonator switch for her bomb.

If she could just lunge at him and press that button...

All the grudges, the hatred, the sick medical research-it would all be blown to pieces.

"Clang="

Losing focus for a fraction of a second, she hit a wrong note, making the beautiful melody suddenly jarring.

Corvus frowned, opening his eyes in annoyance. "What's wrong?"

"I'm thirsty."

Theia spoke coldly. "I want water."

"Come here."

Corvus waved her over, picking up a glass of water nearby, only to hear Theia say, "I want your wine."

"Wine?"

Corvus paused for a few seconds

before a bright smile broke across his face. "I thought you couldn't hold yourliquor? You get drunk off single drop." fo

"I'm in a bad mood." Theia clenched her jaw impatiently. "Are you going to give it to me or not?"

"Of course!"

Corvus grabbed the bottle of red wine and a fresh glass, slowly walking over to her. "Try it. The vintage is excellent."

Theia took it and downed half a glass in one gulp.

"How is it?"

Corvus watched her with immense interest, smiling as he asked, "Better than the trash outside, right?"

It was a thinly veiled jab at Silas.

"It

n't compare." Theia angrily

tossed the glass into the trash

can,

replying.coldly. "It's nowhere near as good as the trash outside

Corvus's smile froze.

"My head is spinning."

Theia rubbed her temples, stumbling toward the sofa, pretending to be heavily intoxicated.

"I told you you couldn't handle your liquor." Corvus smirked, voluntarily stepping forward to ask, "Theia here does it hurt? Should I makes a

you some hangover soup?

"Yeah."

Theia pointed at her head, murmuring softly.

It had been so long since she had spoken to him this gently that Corvus felt like he

was floating on air.

Just as he was about to turn around, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Corvus stopped. Theia was holding his hand?