Cabinda. Right now.
Anthony stood in a crisp white lab coat that made his tall, lean figure look even sharper. Under the harsh fluorescent lights, his features seemed even more striking, shadows catching on his cheekbones and jaw. One hand rested on his lower back, the other braced on the edge of a cluttered desk. He leaned forward, eyes narrowed, completely focused on the computer screen in front of him.
“So, any progress?” His voice was quiet, almost tense.
Dr. David, hunched over the keyboard, nodded, a small, satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his wrinkled face. “The files Lottie sent are the core research results from the gene institute. These are a game-changer for us.”
All that risk Charlotte took, heading to the Isle of Veil to deal with those bastards, it had paid off.
“How about the antidote?” Anthony pressed. He didn’t care about anything else right now. His mind was full of the same word, echoing over and over. Antidote. He knew he was being selfish, but he couldn’t help it. He just wanted Lottie safe, close, right here with him.
Dr. David adjusted his reading glasses. “According to these files, X Organization and N Organization both shortlisted five hundred possible compounds. We need to test and analyze each one. It’s going to take a while.”
Anthony straightened, his brow furrowed. “If you need more funding or staff, just tell me.”
Dr. David paused, turning away from the screen with a wry smile. “You think I’m in this for the money?”
Anthony didn’t answer, but his expression said enough.
Dr. David just chuckled, then cleared his throat, his voice softening. “Anthony, don’t worry. Even if it costs me everything, I won’t let anything happen to Lottie.”
He meant it. Compared to what Lottie could offer the world, his own life seemed small. Money was nothing. If it came down to it, he’d trade places with her without hesitation.



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