NovelEnglishChapter 481 Naomi looked at me, her laughter filling the air. "The organization is a vastwork, spanning across every country with different individuals in charge of various projects and subjects." "The one at the top, it could be me, or it could be you. Without the proper credentials, you can't even dream of contacting him directly. In the entirety of Harbor City... only a handful have ever met him. Ethan, once the most powerful tycoon in Harbor City, knew who he was... Unfortunately, Ethan is no longer with us." It was clear from Naomi's words that Ethan was the only person in Harbor City who had ever met the organization's leader. And now, Ethan was dead.
Aside from Ethan, no one else was deemed worthy to meet the head honcho.
"How powerful do you have to be... to sit down with him, to negotiate face to face?" I asked, driven by curiosity.
"To becan asset, to dominate the Harbor City business scene, to have the power to turn the market on its head... that's when he'll cto you," Naomi leaned back on the couch, a smirk playing on her lips once more. "Ssuspect that the person behind the organization is none other than the enigmatic CEO of the All-Stars Consortium... Either the mastermind behind the organization or the one most likely to meet its leader..." Right, I had heard that too. The consortium wouldn't let wealth and control fall into the hands of someone they couldn't manage, so the organization's leader must be one of their own.
Colin and I speculated about many people... but cup with nothing concrete.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNo wonder the organization's leader was so elusive.
Naomi was right; it could be you, it could be me, it could even be any seemingly insignificant person around us. "To slay the dragon, you first have to becthe dragon... Too bad, Foebe," Naomi's laughter was laced with implication, and just as she finished speaking, someone behindplunged a syringe into my arm.
The drug coursed through my body, blurring my consciousness.
I knew... they were takingaway.
The tycoons behind the organization couldn't wait to verify the truths about rebirth from me...
Leaving with them was my only chance to gradually uncover the organization's secrets.
"Search her thoroughly, don't leave a single hair or tooth unchecked, no jewelry left on her," Naomi commanded in a stern voice, instructing the driver to friskthoroughly, wary of any tracking devices I might have on me. "Should I do it?" The driver hesitated. "She's a woman..." "She's merely a subject, treat her as you would a lab rat, don't sweat the details," Naomi replied disdainfully, her voice dripping with scorn and sarcasm.
She didn't seeas a person.
In her eyes, I was nothing more than a clone that utilized her genes, an abomination that shouldn't exist, a vile being that deserved to be eradicated.
"Perhaps Lola should handle this..." suggested the driver, a middle-aged man who probably had a daughter of his own and couldn't bring I.ne himself to do it, so he suggested the young maid from the mansion should do the search.
Naomi snorted and left the living room.
Lying dazed on the couch, it was that familiar feeling again - my body not under my control, yet my mind was still alert.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThis time, I had willingly chosen to infiltrate the organization; I couldn't let Colin make all the sacrifices. By throwing myself into the fray... I could do it too.
The reason Colin agreed to my reckless plan was because he knew my current value to the organization, so falling into their hands was actually the safest option for me, at least my life wasn't in immediate danger.
"Ma'am, she doesn't have any suspicious items on her anymore." As soon as the young maid finished speaking, someone cin and tookaway.
I had no idea how long it had been or how far we had traveled when I woke up, surrounded by nothing but whiteness. "Where am ..." My head was pounding fiercely, waking up in an oversized patient gown, my legs With bare, the gown the only thing on me, nothing underneath.
Frowning, I surveyed the room, the surgical bed... the sterile environment.
It was eerily reminiscent of a hospital's operating room.
It felt like... the opening scene of a survival gset in a dilapidated building where we all woke up.
So, the Rebellion Syndicate's survival gwas modeled after theo m organization's lab where they controlled their subjects?
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