Chapter 1712: Chapter 1712

Chapter 1712:

“Oh? And why is that, Mr. Happer?” Serena tilted her head slightly, feigning surprise with the finesse of a seasoned performer.

“I wish to discuss a potential collaboration,” he said evenly.

Serena’s expression didn’t waver. She had already anticipated his angle. After all, the entire international community was circling like vultures, eager to get their hands on her work.

Serena’s hands rested on her newly developed miracle drug. But what intrigued her was that Errol’s ambitions seemed even more audacious than she had initially presumed. She had underestimated him.

Feigning ignorance, she let out a soft chuckle.

“A collaboration? And what could someone as inconsequential as me possibly offer you?”

“Professor Fletcher, modesty doesn’t suit you. If you’re a nobody, then there isn’t a single person on this planet worthy of being called competent.”

His smile was polished, his words dipped in flattery.

He leaned in slightly.

“I know you’ve recently developed a groundbreaking pharmaceutical breakthrough—one that remains unattached to any government or corporation. I’d like to propose that when you do decide on a partner, you consider the Happer Group.”

Serena’s eyes flickered. So, that was his game. But the bigger question loomed—how had he obtained such classified information? Only the presidents of various nations had been privy to this knowledge. Could it be that he had spies nestled within Uwhor’s presidential circle?

After a moment’s pause, Serena lifted her eyes to meet Errol’s, her warmth as steady as a candle’s glow in a windless room.

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“Mr. Napper, as you’re well aware, this information has only been shared with the presidents of various nations—strictly by order of the one behind the laboratory. I don’t have the luxury of making such decisions alone.”

The irony, of course, was that she did. The miracle drug was her patent, her creation, her name stamped on every breakthrough. She needed no green light from anyone. But Errol was a man who could squeeze water from a stone if given the chance, and she wouldn’t hand him that opportunity on a silver platter.

Errol, ever the chess player, understood the weight behind her words and inclined his head in acknowledgment.

“Understood. I only ask that you pass my message along to the power behind the curtain. After all, the world has yet to pull back that particular veil.”

Serena nodded, exchanging a few more pleasantries before turning away. The instant she did, her expression iced over, the warmth vanishing as though it had never been there to begin with.

The moment Serena was out of sight, Moshe—who had been standing at a deliberate distance—stepped forward. His voice was low, nearly swallowed by the hum of the room.

“Mr. Happer, do you honestly believe Serena will pass on our message?”

Errol didn’t answer immediately. His gaze remained fixed on the direction she had gone, his voice hoarse when he finally spoke.

“The laboratory is a ghost in the corridors of the international community. If she hadn’t accepted the invitation to lecture at Uwhor University, we might never have crossed paths with her at all.”

Moshe, who had spent nearly a year chasing whispers about the laboratory, knew this all too well. He hadn’t even managed to confirm the gender of the lead researcher. Faced with this reality, he fell silent.

“We’ll do our best since we’re here. I have ways to get Professor Fletcher to deliver the message for me now that we know who she is, even if she doesn’t want to.”

Errol’s eyes were calm and profound as he spoke, as though he had already devised several plans. There was a terrifying sensation of danger in his gaze, like an abyss.

Serena returned to her apartment and, after ensuring she wouldn’t be disturbed, quickly dialed Harlee.

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