\"It''s not so much a new medication as it is a new type of drug!\"


    The word ''drug'' plunged Wayne into a sudden darkness.


    As a cop who had always loathed drugs, he never imagined he''d one day be associated with them!


    This was aplete upheaval of his beliefs, his goals, his faith!


    "No way, you''re lying.\"


    His hands, cuffed together, clenched into fists, \"This report... It''s fake, right? Just a prop you''re using to set me up, to deceive me!\"


    Outside, Aaron''s brow furrowed:


    \"He''s taken the bait. He''s indirectly admitting his involvement in the murder and the drug trials.\"


    Thaddeus, with his strikingly cold features, nodded, \"Wayne''s just a cleaner, his purpose is to clear the path for those behind the scenes, ensuring their so-called experiments could proceed in the shadows.\"


    \"Ah, a man of his stature, a decorated officer, now dancing with wolves, scheming with tigers!\"


    Thaddeus looked at Evadne, his lips parting slightly:


    \"This wasn''t his intention; he was desperate to save his wife.\"


    Aaron sighed in frustration, \"It''s tragic, but it''s also despicable and detestable!\"


    \"I have no need for that. Plus, caught in a whirlwind of conspiracy, serving those behind you, you must have doubts.


    After all, the fate of those who took the new drug was too grim, wasn''t it?\" Evadne pressed on, seizing the moment.


    Her words hit Wayne right where it hurt, his body slumping back, his eyes rimmed with red.


    He had his suspicions all along.


    But he dared not question Avery, always clinging to that sliver of hope.


    The hope of curing his wife.


    In the chairman''s office of the Chambers Group.


    After taking his medication, Avery continued reviewing documents.


    Setting aside moral considerations, his work ethic was impable, second only to Thaddeus, the notorious workaholic of Elmsworth.


    At that moment, his phone vibrated on the desk.


    Avery nced sidelong at the screen through his gold-rimmed sses, his face turning pale at the name disyed.


    "Ms. Alexia.\" His voice was a low murmur.


    \"Mr. Chambers, your right-hand man is now in police custody, a liability rather than an asset.\"


    Alexia''s voice, tinged with mockery, traveled across the ocean, \"Sir is quite concerned about your predicament.\"


    "Please assure Sir that I will handle the situation here,\" Avery gripped his pen tightly, his knuckles whitening.


    "You seem confident, but Sir''s patience is wearing thin.\"


    Alexia''sughter was slow and deliberate, \"The climate here in Country M is far from ideal, unlike back in Elmsworth. It does nothing for Sir''s health.


    And these past few years, Sir''s homesickness has only grown, eager to return to Elmsworth.\"


    Then, her tone deepened, \"But look at this mess you''ve created, how can Sir return peacefully?


    You''ve really let us down.\"