“It’s nothing.”
Allanson waved it off, his eyes cold as he watched Charlotte disappear down the hall. “Can we really control Asclepius?”
“For now, yes.” Aloys’s lips curled into a sneer, full of disdain. “All that guy cares about is money. If someone’s willing to do anything for cash, he’s easy to keep in line.”
“You really think so?”
Allanson finally looked away, turning his sharp gaze on Aloys. “Asclepius doesn’t strike me as that simple. We’ve been working on this research for decades. I don’t want any surprises when it matters most.”
“Understood.”
Aloys nodded. “We’re keeping Asclepius on total lockdown. No phone, no personal computer. We’re monitoring his entire living space. He won’t be able to pull anything.”
“It better stay that way.”
...
In the study, Allanson sat quietly at his desk for a long time. Eventually, he picked up his phone. “What’s happening with Franco?”
The reply came quickly.
“Franco’s wife is already critically ill. She probably only has a month or two left.”
Allanson let out a cold snort, a mocking smile tugging at his lips.
He threw away his inheritance and cut ties with the Hawk family, all for a woman. What an idiot.
“Is Franco planning to come back?” Allanson pressed.
After all this time, surely he’s realized he made a mistake.
Of his two sons, Franco was the smarter one. Allanson had always planned for him to inherit everything. He only asked for two things: marry to strengthen the family, and invest in genetic research. Franco had refused both, so Allanson kicked him out.
He never expected Franco would go to Solenia and build his own power base, making him untouchable for now.
“No, sir.” The answer was careful. “But Franco recently went to Cabinda. He was probably looking for Asclepius.”


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