Mirabe heard the name ''Cian'' without any visible change in her demeanor, her eyes calm and untroubled.


    From the moment Morgan''s pipe appeared at her feet, she knew her past identity had been exposed.


    That''s why she knowingly walked into the trap, following the cleaner Marian to this ce.


    There are no eternal secrets in this world. Once she had stepped away from her identity as Cian, she had anticipated this day woulde.


    Mirabe gathered her thoughts, neither confirming nor denying her identity, she simply said, "Let me guess, you''re a traitor from the Massolio family?"


    The man opposite her clearly took offense at being called a traitor, his displeasure thick in the air. Yet, before he could speak, Mirabe''s voice came again.


    "Santos?" She tilted her head slightly, her tone spective but her certainty clear.


    Santos hadn''t expected Mirabe to urately name him, as they had never directly shed before.


    Even if they had met face to face, his current appearance was unlikely to be recognizable.


    After all, even an official like Morgan had failed to recognize him, falling into his hands.


    Santos''s lips twitched, no wonder this girl had once been the hope of the Stevenson family. Her sharp insight and skills were truly extraordinary.


    But s, she had fallen into his hands once again.


    Santos sneered inwardly, lifting his hand leisurely to adjust his sleeve as if engaging in casual conversation, he began to reminisce:


    "The Stevenson family possesses the world''s most advanced medical and technological knowledge, yet they choose to hide away in seclusion. Don''t you find thatughable, cowardly?"


    As Santos spoke, his tone wasced with resentment and dissatisfaction.


    Why should they hide like moles, not revealing their abilities?


    iming it would disrupt the world''s order was, in his view, nothing but an excuse for mediocrity.


    Taking a deep breath, Santos looked at Mirabe, his voice tempting, "Don''t you want to show off your skills, to be revered and respected by all?"


    "Oh, I don''t Mirabe''s expression remained unaffected, her voice as serene as ever, "Only those whock feel the need to unto


    abmselves, to prove their worth."


    Santos just shook his head, unangered, "Your pride will only bring you disaster."


    "Is that so." Mirabe shrugged, still holding the pipe, not bothering to engage further with Santos, "Where is Morgan?"


    "Finding him is easy," Santos said, ncing at his watch with a smirk, "Don''t worry, you''ll meet him soon."


    He counted down in his heart, waiting for the drug to take effect.


    Of course, Mirabe knew Santos


    had lured her here not just to express his frustrations. Her lips curved slightly, speaking


    indifferently, "You really think I''d fall for the same drug again?"


    Always the same colorless, tasteless drug, no new tricks. Did they really underestimate her that much?


    Santos wasn''t surprised Mirabe saw through this, instead, he arrogantly replied, "The same method caught you once, naturally, it can work a second time."