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Chapter 173 11 Quinlyn had no idea that they were venting their anger for her in the surveillance room. She had sent Calvin away purely out of goodwill.

Going undercover was no easy task, especially when dealing with family and friends. If she failed to act convincingly or hesitated at the wrong moment, the consequences could be severe.

That evening, Lionel hosted a grand banquet and even called Mariano over.

"She's from the Wilson family, right?" Mariano's face darkened the moment he stepped into the private room.

Since Mariano's businesses overlapped more with the Wilson Group, he suffered more losses because of them. Seeing Quinlyn immediately soured his mood.

Lionel explained everything that had happened that day in detail. By the the finished, Mariano's eyes were filled with surprise, and he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"This is fantastic. Joseph raised that girl, only for her to stab him in the back, and she even got him hooked. Zaid was always so proud of his son, but now his son is finished.

"There's no way Zaid is getting back on his feet this time. Con, Quinlyn. Since you took down Joseph, that makes you my friend." Mariano's attitude took a complete turn as he raised his glass.

Quinlyn lifted her glass of milk in return, took a sip, and asked, "Got anything fun?" "Of course." Lionel immediately called for the person in charge.

The door swung open, and a middle-aged woman led a group of beautiful young girls in. Quinlyn froze for a moment, silently complaining, 'Does this kind of entertainment suit me?' Both men suddenly realized that Quinlyn was still just a young girl. It dawned on them that this wasn't a good idea. Lionel awkwardly rubbed his nose. "There's an arcade downstairs. Why don't you go play sgames?" Quinlyn shook her head, licking the milk mustache off her lips. With an innocent expression, she said, "That's boring. Can I kill someone instead?" The room fell into an abrupt silence.

The two women accompanying them giggled, thinking Quinlyn was just joking. But Lionel wasn't laughing. Lionel had seen Quinlyn force-feed drugs to Joseph. Just yesterday, Quinlyn had personally ordered someone to get rid of Calvin, the one who introduced her to them, and dumped his body in the river.

That meant Quinlyn wasn't joking.

"It's easy. We've got plenty of disobedient ones. Take Quinlyn to have a look. She can do whatever she wants." Mariano wanted to test Quinlyn's loyalty.

Lionel had no choice but to settle the bill and have the driver take them to the coast.

By late evening, the sky was ablaze with the colors of the sunset, streaks of fiery clouds rolling in as if pressing down on the horizon.

With the warm sea breeze brushing against her, Quinlyn boarded a boat.

The vessel was docked beside a yacht, inconspicuous at first glance, but its interior had a distinctive design. At the center of Chapter 173 the lower deck, there was an underwater cage.

The cage was submerged five feet below the water's surface. Inside, more than a dozen women huddled together. The shorter ones clung tightly to the bars, struggling to stay above water as the waves rocked back and forth, submerging them momentarily before lifting them again.

Through the water, the faint outlines of their swollen bellies were visible.

"Are they pregnant?" Quinlyn's large eyes widened with curiosity.

+5 "Yeah, but they're all useless and refused to behave. Even if they die, no one will ever know." Lionel nodded and gestured for her to choose freely.

Mariano stood to the side, observing Quinlyn closely. Her bright, sparkling eyes carried both the innocence of a child and a complete lack of empathy. Mariano exchanged a glance with Lionel, finding Quinlyn rather intriguing.

"Can I inject them with something?" Quinlyn looked up and asked.

Lionel paused. "Drugs?" "Yes. I need sdata. I want to see how newborns inherit the effects." Quinlyn nodded, her gaze filled with eager anticipation.

"How many do you need?" Lionel asked.

"I want one from each stage of pregnancy," Quinlyn replied.

At that moment, Lionel actually felt a bit sorry for these women.

Originally, their punishment would have led to at most one or two miscarriages. But now, every single one of them was going to suffer.

"Mr. Rhodes, I can do whatever I want, right?" Seeing Lionel's hesitation, Quinlyn assumed he was unwilling. She lifted her gaze and turned to Mariano instead.

"Of course. I always keep my word." Mariano was even more ruthless than Lionel and immediately signaled the boatman to lift the cage.

In the end, they selected eight women from different stages of pregnancy.

Quinlyn took out the newly refined crystals, diluted them in a syringe, and injected each woman one by one.

Before long, they all started to react, holding their bellies as they lay back on the couch, their faces filled with intoxicated pleasure.

Quinlyn noticed that the women who were not chosen were close to giving birth. "Keep these ones. I will study the newborns and their placentas when the tcomes." Mariano's eyes lit up. "You study human biology?" "Of course. Cells are the pinnacle of biology, the ultimate dream of every biologist." Quinlyn looked at him as if he were an idiot.

Mariano chuckled, unfazed. "What's your main focus of research? Mind sharing?" Quinlyn placed the syringe back onto the tray and nodded. "I want to study gene editing to modify the genes of newborns and create stronger, disease-free humans." a well- To the average person, this might sound like pure fantasy, but for high-tech entrepreneurs and biologists, it was 9/1 Chapter 173 known field.

The two men exchanged a quick glance but did not respond immediately. Instead, they smiled and said, "No wonder the Wilson family couldn't tolerate you. You were meant to work with us."

Quinlyn shrugged and turned her attention back to those pregnant women. She instructed the instructed the om thbodyguards to take doe back and ensure they were well cared for, making sure they stayed healthy so medication would not interfere with her ha The dozen or so women wiped away their tears as they were led away.

Even though they had escaped immediate punishment and were receiving better treatment, they had a sinking feeling that their fate would only becmore tragic.

Quinlyn had just sat down to take a breather when, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed someone still inside the cage, "Who is he?"

Only then did Lionel take notice. "He's got stalent. He was selling powdered rock sugar as drugs in the on area Charged 600 dollars per area.

kilogram, and if you bought one kilogram, he threw in an extra five hundred grams.

"Because his prices were so low, he stole most of the customers, nearly putting the real dealers out of m business. Eventually, they caught him and sent him to me. I haven't decided what to do with him yet. Might as well starve him, if he dies, it savesthe trouble." Lionel had connections in both legal and underground circles. His labs dealt with all sorts of bizarre things, and he often handled people and situations in ways that left no trace behind.

Quinlyn was momentarily stunned. 'Rock sugar? I thought selling fake drugs with a bogus formula was already absurd But rock sugar? That is outrageous,' she wondered.

As the boatman prepared to lower him back into the water, Quinlyn stood up and walked over, knocking on the cage. The man was wearing only a pair of shorts, his body thin and frail from hunger. He barely moved. "Why did you use rock sugar? Wasn't it easy to get exposed?" Quinlyn asked.

He opened his eyes and met Quinlyn's clear, pure gaze through the bars. For a moment, he was dazed, but then he remembered how ruthless she had been and scoffed. "I was running a scam, not actually dealing drugs. "What? Is there a law against scamming junkies? If you have a problem with it, go ahead and report me." Quinlyn was silent for a few seconds. She found his reasoning quite valid.

He had used rock sugar to deceive addicts and kept the transaction amounts under 300 dollars, which meant it did not qualify for criminal charges. Most victims would rather swallow their losses than report them.

"Fraud alone wouldn't be a big deal. But why did you have the guts to push hundreds of kilograms of rock sugar onto the docks?” Lionel rolled his eyes just thinking about it.

The sheer volof the operation, combined with the fact that the deception was discovered during a deal, had caused the traffickers to make a fool of themselves in front of foreign buyers.

"That was why they had gone to such lengths to track this man down. Otherwise, he might still be running free.

"So what? I enjoy scamming those drug-dealing scumbags. I am patriotic enough," he said.

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