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    “What do you mean?” Tonya’s interest was piqued.


    From Etta’s narrative, Tonya quickly concluded that Lucretia was already dead.


    Hearing that the actual pharmaceutical expert might be Lucretia’s daughter piqued Tonya’s curiosity.


    Harlee was equally tense, her desire strong to prevent such dangerous substances from circting.


    “I’m just specting…” Etta said weakly.


    Tonya’s demeanor shifted immediately.


    Seeing Tonya’s growing fury, Etta grew rmed.


    “I’m not fabricating this. Lucretia told Hale that her daughter is crucial and implored him to treat her daughter with respect!”


    Harlee fixed a stern gaze on Etta.


    After a few moments, she threw the gloves in the trash.


    “Keep a close watch on her, and ensure she receives her meals on time,” she instructed the guards.


    With this directive, Harlee quickly took Tonya by the hand and exited the interrogation room.


    Upon their departure, Etta exhaled a deep sigh of relief. She had made it through.


    “Harlee, can you exin what’s happening?” As they left the interrogation room, Tonya nced over at Harlee, her expression filled with bewilderment.


    Harlee’s brow creased in contemtion.


    After a pause, she realized that the whirlwind of activity around her engagement had swept away her intentions to update Tonya about Nic.


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    Massaging her forehead, Harlee exined, “With all the chaos thesest few days, Ipletely forgot to fill you in about Nic.”


    Harlee quickly exined that Nic had secluded herself on a remote ind, underlining the dire effects of the Bloodthirstiness Pill.


    Tonya’s expression grew increasingly concerned as she listened.


    “It looks like the batch we intercepted before was just the tip of the iceberg. To get to the heart of this operation, we need to start with Nic.” Harlee gave a small nod in agreement.


    “When are you thinking of reaching out to Baldrick?” Tonya inquired, scrolling through her phone for more data.


    “Right now.”


    “Okay, I’lle along…”


    In the vehicle, Tonya upied the passenger seat, busy on herptop. Minutester, she located the necessary files from previous cases and transferred the critical details to her phone. Shutting herptop, she said to Harlee, “Everything’s organized on my side. When are you scheduling to see Hale?”


    Harlee replied calmly, “There’s no hurry. Someone else is bound to be more eager than me.”


    “Agreed,” Tonya responded, nodding.


    “I’ll clear my schedule and wait for your signal.”


    “Alright.”


    Half an hourter, at the gates of Baldrick’s residence, Tonya cautiously trailed Harlee.


    After all, Baldrick could lecture her endlessly, which she dreaded the most. Shifting nervously, Tonya tucked herself further behind Harlee, positioning herself to appear meek before Harlee approached to ring the doorbell.


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