CHAPTER 57: CHAPTER 57: THE MASTERMIND, F CONTINENT

The huge fire quickly prompted those who saw it to call the police, and before long, fire trucks arrived accompanied by sirens.

"We can leave now."

Claire Green glanced sideways, and the two left at a leisurely pace.

Behind them were the firefighters working hard to extinguish the fire.

After injecting the serum into the woman, Claire Green’s eyes turned cold, a hint of deep meaning flashed and disappeared.

It was impossible for the Qin family to complete such a big project without support from behind.

"Victoria Windsor," she cleared her mind, her voice indifferent, "have you found the person?"

Victoria Windsor shook her head, she had just searched around, but the villa didn’t have him.

Lillian Windsor listened to the conversation between the two, feeling panicked inside; she knew who Victoria Windsor was looking for, but that person had already been sent away.

As if unintentionally glancing over her, Claire Green curled a faint smile and said nonchalantly, "There’s an insider here."

With her reminder, Victoria Windsor looked coldly at the girl, "Where is my dad?"

Lillian Windsor bit her lip, pinching her palm to calm herself down.

"That’s my elder sister’s father, how would I know where he is?"

"Do you genuinely not know, or do you just not want to say?" Victoria Windsor’s voice was chilling to the bone.

"I really don’t..." Lillian Windsor had just begun to speak but was frightened into silence by another voice, indifferent yet full of threat.

"Think it over before you speak?"

Claire Green leaned lazily against the wall, without even lifting her eyelids, she spoke indifferently.

Lillian Windsor now had a psychological fear of her, the previous scene still lingering in her mind.

"He was sent to the presidential palace."

"Shut up."

The woman on the bed woke up and immediately shouted upon hearing that.

Presidential palace?

Claire Green chuckled lightly, finding the matter increasingly intriguing.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" the woman glared and scolded angrily.

Lillian Windsor trembled, her eyes reddening, she said nothing.

Victoria Windsor was a bit surprised to see the woman awaken, was this speed a bit too fast?

"How is she awake already?"

Victoria Windsor spoke slightly puzzled, her tone still carrying a faint hint of regret.

"Normal," Claire Green raised an eyebrow, lazily smirking, "just in time for you to ask her."

Victoria Windsor understood and smiled, indeed.

The woman’s face was pale, propping herself up with her hands on both sides, she looked at Victoria Windsor with disgust, her voice filled with malice.

"Weren’t you sworn never to return? What, can’t stand it, starting to regret it?"

With that said.

Victoria Windsor sneered, "If it weren’t for Lillian begging me to find someone to treat you, did you think I’d want to come back," she paused slightly, her voice cold, "I wouldn’t have discovered your experiments either."

Upon hearing this, the woman clenched the sheets on both sides, her eyes staring fiercely at her.

Victoria Windsor’s character was crystal clear to her; she’d definitely do something if she found out.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing much, just burned down that laboratory."

Victoria Windsor replied nonchalantly, staring at the woman with interest, waiting for her reaction.

Sure enough, the woman did not disappoint her, roaring angrily, "Victoria Windsor, how could I have a daughter like you."

Thinking of the data and samples in the lab, she suddenly felt a blackout.

"Sorry, I haven’t been for a long time," Victoria Windsor’s expression was flat, her eyes as dead as stagnant water.

Claire Green watched the two, scoffing, then walked out the door.

She wasn’t interested in watching the quarrel.

...

F Continent.

In the manor hall, Julian Sia sat lazily, holding a cigarette between two fingers, the tip glowing intermittently.

"Young Master Sia, Cook refuses to release the people."

Charles Jordan walked in quickly, speaking.

Julian Sia flicked his eyelids, his voice low and carrying a hint of ruthlessness.

"Let Jacob Jordan handle it."

Upon hearing this, Charles Jordan couldn’t help but click his tongue.

Young Master Sia sending Jacob Jordan, not afraid he’ll clash with Cook.

Remember last time, Jacob Jordan blew up two of Cook’s strongholds.

A glint of excitement flashed in Charles Jordan’s eyes, now this would be a good show.

"Any results on the investigation I asked you to do?"

"Yes," Charles Jordan became serious in an instant, "Drake White sold all the hijacked goods at a high price to several forces on F Continent."

Regarding Drake White’s maneuver, Charles Jordan was itching with anger, that guy sure knows how to do business.

Julian Sia extinguished the cigarette, half-squinting his eyes; selling my goods, he sure has guts.

"Take people and give him a warning."

"Understood."

...

"Jacob Jordan, Young Master Sia instructed you to resolve it," Charles Jordan repeated word for word, looking at the man with sparkling eyes.

In an instant.

Jacob Jordan clicked his tongue and laughed, "You guys grab your gear and follow me."

The few people below couldn’t wait, exchanging a glance with a smile.

Leading people directly to the Interpol building, they kicked open the door guards and swaggered in.

"Cook, where are our people?"

Jacob Jordan sat familiarly in a chair, crossing his legs, an air of indifference about him.

Cook glared darkly at the man in front of him, gritting his teeth, "Jacob Jordan, this is the Interpol building, not your Poppy Estate."

Just seeing him invoked the scene of him blowing up his strongholds with people.

Jacob Jordan shrugged, one hand resting on the table, supporting his chin, "What’s the difference? Hand over the people."

Cook clenched and released his hand, decisively refusing, "No way, make that guy come find me himself."

Jacob Jordan eyed him, casually beckoning, suddenly several guns pointed at him.

Seeing this scene, Cook’s gaze turned cold, those under him really were just like him, arrogant and sinister.

F Continent’s forces were intertwined and complex, with Poppy Estate’s backing, no one dared act rashly.

They had collaborated with the estate many times, no need to ruin relations over a few people.

"Don’t let me catch you next time," Cook glanced at him, dialed a call.

"Just act like you didn’t see it."

Jacob Jordan casually left a remark and strode out.

...

Claire Green held her phone, casually typing a message, and sent it.

[Investigate the President of R Nation.]

On the border of F Continent, Drake White was preparing to send goods when a message came in, after seeing the sender, he jumped up.

Am I seeing things, he rubbed his eyes, confirming the message, and couldn’t help but grinned.

J actually took the initiative to send a message, too unbelievable.

After reading the content, feeling puzzled, why doesn’t J handle it himself?

Thinking, he casually replied.

[Why don’t you investigate yourself?]

[Not convenient.]

Claire Green narrowed her eyes, responding indifferently.

Drake White didn’t inquire further, agreeing right away.

This was the first time his big brother had asked him to investigate something, how could he refuse.

Glancing at the response, Claire Green lowered her eyes, the emotions within her gaze were unreadable, estimating that Drake White could only find partial information.

"Emma White, let’s go back!" Victoria Windsor’s mood was unpredictable.

Claire Green arched an eyebrow, casually lifting her eyelids, "Not dealing with your dad?"

Victoria Windsor remained silent for two seconds, pursing her lips.

If the person was sent to the presidential palace, it proved the higher-ups were involved in this experiment, she couldn’t drag J into this.

"I’ll find a way."

At worst, hack into the presidential palace and expose what those people did.

It’s noteworthy that on the matter of hacking the presidential palace, the two were surprisingly in agreement.

"Suit yourself."