?Chapter 1108:


    “Open the door!”


    “Bang!”


    The loud noise startled Sansa so much that she dropped her phone. She was in disbelief that rissa had shown up in person, knowing of her ability to be ruthless. It was over, she thought. rissa was here to end her life.


    This terrifying thought made her envision all sorts of frightening oues. Her legs failed her, and she fell to the floor. Growing impatient, rissa started kicking at the door, each bang echoing her anger. Sansa knew she had to open the door soon, or rissa might force her way in.


    “Coming. Coming,” she called out weakly.


    Sansa quickly got up and hurried to open the door. As Sansa had thought, rissa was there waiting, her expression as dark and threatening as an approaching storm.


    Sansa backed away several steps in fear. rissa locked her eyes on Sansa, stepped in, and forcefully shut the door with a kick. She then demanded, “Why did it take you so long to open the door?”


    “I-I identally fell,” Sansa stuttered.


    rissa looked down at her legs and seemed to ept her exnation. Indeed, Sansa had tripped, and her knees had hit the coffee table on her way to the door, leaving them red and swollen.


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    rissa’s expression softened slightly. She pulled a vial from her pocket and handed it to Sansa.


    “Since Marissa won’t release A, take this vial to Skytop Mansion and secretly inject A with it.”


    Sansa let out a sigh of relief, realizing she had been worrying too much; rissa didn’t seem to suspect her of betrayal.


    Marissa had predicted that rissa, unable to see A in person, would give her a vial to secretly inject into A, and she was correct. Despite her lingering bitterness toward Marissa, Sansa found herself impressed by her intellect.


    Marissa had advised her that if rissa asked her to take the vial to Skytop Mansion secretly, she should agree and then hand it over to Marissa for analysis.


    “What are you standing there for?” rissa frowned, growing impatient.


    “Why aren’t you taking it? Are you scared? Don’t you want to see your daughter be a powerful superhuman? Or aren’t you interested in my generous reward?”


    “Of course not,” Sansa replied quickly, taking the vial.


    “I’m just a bit nervous. After all, Skytop Mansion is under Marissa’s control now. I’m worried she’ll discover what’s going on, and then both A and I will be in trouble.”


    “Don’t worry,” rissa reassured her.


    “This vial is small and won’t be easily spotted. Just hide it well. The security scanners won’t detect it.”


    “Okay. I’ll do as you say, Miss Byrd,” Sansa responded.


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