?Chapter 515:


    Z, in a frantic rush, sped out of the house and drove into the city, her mind racing as she tried to figure out where to go. Wanting to drown her sorrows, she initially nned to head to a bar, but her remaining sense of rationality held her back. After all, sinking any lower might mean the end for her.


    Instead, she bought a six-pack of beer from the supermarket, parked her car in a deste suburban area, and drank alone to numb the pain. Intoxicated, she passed out in the car, sleeping through the night.


    By dawn, she was awakened by a throbbing headache and rapid knocking on her car window. Groggily, she opened her eyes and saw Dariel peering in.


    Startled, it took her a few seconds to recall that Dariel worked for Travis’ biological father.


    “Come out. Let’s talk,” Dariel said with a smile, gesturing to a car parked a short distance away.


    Z smoothed her hair and climbed out of the car, making her way toward the vehicle Dariel had indicated. The car door was slightly open, revealing only a pair of long legs and a golden-tipped cane resting beside them.


    Under the bright sunlight, the interior of the car was bathed in a blinding re, making it impossible for Z to see anything clearly, not even the man’s face.


    “Z, my boss wants to discuss something with you,” Dariel said.


    Z’s heart skipped a beat. Could the man in the car be Travis’ biological father?


    She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “Hello, I’m Z Murray.”


    “Hello,” came the response, followed by a hand extending from within the car.


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    For some reason, Z felt a twinge of anxiety at the sound of the voice. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached out and shook the offered hand.


    “I’ve brought something extraordinary. I need someone to test it for me. If it works, we could make a fortune. If you agree to work with me, there will be significant rewards for you.” The man’s eerily pale hand pulled a small vial of transparent liquid from his pocket, waving it before Z.


    “You could easily find someone to test it for you. Why do you need me?” Z asked, her voice shaky.


    The man let out a soft chuckle. “Have you forgotten who I’m searching for? You even gave me advice on the matter.”


    Z’s eyes widened in rm. “But Brandon has been defeated. It seems excessive to go to such lengths against Bryan, doesn’t it?”


    She had assumed that Travis’ biological father would move on to another target now that Brandon had failed.


    “What I need for my experiment has little to do with Brandon. I’m aiming to provoke those bastards who are trying to catch me by targeting someone influential,” the man said.


    It was a tant act of provocation.


    When something happened to these prominent figures, the authorities would be pressured into action. But the police would be unable to catch anyone or offer any exnations. Wouldn’t that be quite entertaining?


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