“Charlotte, are you planning to take back the genetic research institute, or are you going to reveal who you really are?” Adonis watched her closely, his brow creased with concern.
Charlotte leaned back in her chair, rubbing her left hand with her right, her gaze shadowed. “The institute meant everything to my grandmother. If it’s being used for good, fine. But if it ever becomes something rotten that harms people…” She let out a low, cold laugh. “Honestly, Grandma would probably roll right out of her grave and come after these people herself.”
Jackson caught the hidden meaning in her voice. He pressed his lips together, then spoke, serious and respectful. “The Isle of Veil is a mess of factions. It’s not just the Hawk family watching the institute. The Churchills are interested, and there are others too…”
“If we make a move, it won’t be easy. It could easily turn into an all-out war,” he warned. “The risk might just outweigh the reward.”
Jackson poured more warm water into Charlotte’s cup, then set two candies on the table. “So, Charlotte, what’s your plan?”
She didn’t answer right away. Twenty years ago, Franco had broken ties with the Hawk family. After that, everyone just assumed the inheritance would go to Aloys, but old Allanson never said anything for sure. Even now, he was still holding on to his power.
Knowing Allanson only cared about the genetic mutation research, Aloys had thrown himself into it, hoping it would finally convince Allanson to hand everything over to him.
“I don’t want anything to do with their dirty business.” Charlotte popped a candy in her mouth, rested her head against the chair, and closed her eyes. She looked totally relaxed, almost bored.
So, she just wanted the institute back? That was probably best. If she actually went home, she’d get pulled right back into the mess with Mr. Churchill.
“How’s that investigation I asked you for?” Charlotte asked, her voice lazy and cool as she tossed another candy into her mouth and opened her eyes.
“We found what you wanted.” Jackson quickly pulled out a map, pointing at a small red dot. “Allanson’s place is up north. Aloys lives to the south. Rena and Marcia are in the west wing…”
“What about the east?” Charlotte asked.
“That’s where Franco used to live. The place has been empty for years. Nobody’s touched it.”

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