<System: I am glad you have awakened my host.>
The girl who was back to the operating table at the middle of the laboratory room groaned out a weak pained voice. It was as if waking up had been hard for her. The glaring light that pierced her half-opened eyes immediately forced her to turn her head to the side. Afterward, as memories played back in her mind regarding how Agatha Moore forced her to become a pitiful and bound lab rat, great waves of sharp pain started assaulting her whole senses. Large beads of sweat began to accumulate on her face, especially on the forehead. Not long after, a muffled scream came out of her mouth. After some time, when she asked the system regarding her current situation, its voice mockingly resounded in her mind.
<System: It's already late in the afternoon. They kept injecting you some sleep-inducing substance until they managed to successfully
"Hmm?"When a notification rang inside his head, Sandro Smith had just thrown a banana peel on the ground, the whole fruit already chewed up by his mouth and pushed down his throat. The system's reminder automatically made his head turn to the laboratory's direction. His companion would only give him a buzz if there is danger. Or if Maurice, his beloved target, tried to flee from the operating table. The case was obviously the latter. Maurice's Original was avoiding a clash with him, so it could only be the poor lab rat attempting to escape.He clicked his tongue, thinking, 'What a troublesome lab rat.'<System: Should we notify her?>The teleporter kid unceremoniously wiped his hand on the hem of his shirt and laughed. He knew his companion was referring to the crybaby host who somehow managed to send his stalking target under a semi-mad scientist'
In front of a cafe situated in a commercial building opposite the Ever Victorious tower, Maurice's Original gracefully leaned her back on the floor-to-ceiling glass wall of the cafe, eyes pinned at the building in front. She wore a long black fitted dress today, looking like she would be going to a funeral than an airport. A to-go cup was in her right hand, the other pressing her phone to her left ear."Haha... I'm really sorry, for the trouble. It's just that I think it's bad not to let the whole country know about a case like this... Alright, so the news will be broadcasted later?... Great! Really thanks for your help. You're really a lifesaver!"Done with the exchange of flattering words, she smiled then ended the call. Afterward, she reviewed the scene being played by the system in front of her. She had to back play a bit due to missing out a few minutes, the call and the frequent pausing at Paul's face and actions to be blamed.
"Mr. McArthney?"The presenter finally recovered his senses. Confusion was all over his face when everyone's eyes turned to him with sarcasm, mockery, disapproval, and amusement. There were even hidden messages which he couldn't comprehend. Tempted and unnerved, he was about to check if there was something wrong in his face when a deathly glare from his backer made him stiffen in place.Questions appeared in his mind then. 'What happened?''Why is everyone suddenly like this?''A while ago they're still throwing me admiring glances.''Just what the heck happened that even Mr. Sinclair looks to be dying to kill me?''... I remember only permitting the prettiest girl here to ask questions...'A few seconds later, while still being frozen in place by everyone's mixed but mostly scorning glances, his hazy mind cleared, enabling him to remember what he just did. He looked around again, cold sweats running down his spin
Agatha ignored her and instead roamed her eyes around again."I'm sorry for the sudden interruption. I just found Mr. Goldwin's question stupid because the clues were already in front of him, yet he still asked.""What do you mean?"With a raised eyebrow, the man mentioned abandoned his old sitting posture, leaning forward to the table with two hands clasped. Before Agatha replied, she secretly gave Paul an apologetic look. She knew one of the reasons why he made that decision was her eye signal. That most likely showed her puzzlement on why he was tolerating the current presenter.This was why she told herself, 'I have to clean this up.'"Mr. Sinclair is colluding with this presenter."She declared with conviction before adding,"There is actually no need for any more background check. Even if you are not Mr. McArthney, it will be easy to realize this. You just have to look at the two company's proposals. I'm r
Mr. Sinclair was just about to take his words back when Paul's cold glare shut him up again."You done?"The demon magnate asked. Despite being seated, the younger man seemingly appeared taller than any mountain in Mr. Sinclair's eyes. Couple with the other's glare, the fat shareholder felt himself turning so small. He no longer had any way out, he realized. Now, he could only regret why he allowed a devil to possess him to actually dared to plan against this monster. Not looking anymore at the middle-aged pig sweating buckets from his icy glances, Paul said,"You wasted so much of everyone's time with your nonsense. Do you know that?"Paul signaled the one in charge with the projector to take down the current slides. After Paul saw the next representative nervously preparing, he looked down to the documents on the table. Without sparing the despairing old fatty another glance, he stated,"Somewhere in this world, Mr. Sinclair, there'
The sun outside was gradually nearing the horizon on the west side of the world hence the color of the sky was also changing its hue every passing minute. It was no longer as clear and sky blue as a few hours ago because it turned into a harmonious color palette of red and orange tones. Still beautiful, but subtly reminding everyone that within two hours, the brightest source of light every daytime would be retiring for the night.'She's still not here?'Paul asked himself since Agatha had not yet returned even after ten minutes. The one talking to him about a branch of a mall to be opened at Jasper City cleverly stopped when he saw Paul frowning at his wristwatch, only continuing when the man raised his head again. To the middle-aged mustached man's relief, Paul did not abandon their discussion for whatever had distracted him earlier. Their talk smoothly ended and though only one of them was smiling when they parted ways, it was already the envy
Without him knowing, the woman left behind by him was staring at his back with seriousness on her face. Her posture was already corrected, and she was no longer faking feeling hurt by the collision. Now when looked closely, even though she appeared solemn, her eyes were actually giving off a menacing vibe. It was quite a contrast to the easy-going look she was sporting half an hour ago.<System: Host, it seemed that he's immune to your mind-control.>It said when nothing happened to the man even though he directly gazed into her slightly glowing pair of orbs. The woman wearing a black long dress who should have departed already for her flight narrowed her eyes which had just flashed with a dangerous gleam.She called out,'...System.'The entity replied shortly,<System: Hmm?>Its tone was suggesting that it was waiting for her next words.'Agatha Mo
Time passed that he was only frowning while massaging his forehead as he stood at the end of the short corridor. In front, there were two people arguing. In fact, the shorter one was showing so much cold anger in her face like any given second, her palm would fly on the other's cheeks. The other appeared to be purposely annoying the first, and if the pain was not only bothering his brain so much, Paul would have probably crossed the remaining distance and shoulder-threw him down the floor. Initially, he found it odd that this particular scene triggered a great wave of memories inside his brain. But now he knew why, and why he kept on getting deja vus in the past two months...'If these set of memories are correct, it's then telling me that my Baby is a host too?'The frown was still on his face when he asked himself too,'Why am I suddenly having this set of memories?'He gritted his teeth. The pain wa