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    After ude and Victor left the mansion, Yvette stood before the floor-to-ceiling window; her long dark hair draped over her shoulders, her eyes gleamed with a mysterious light, the skin on her neck was as delicate as fine porcin, and her expression was indifferent.


    The moment Jeremiah walked in, he saw the sunlight streaming through the window and casting a soft glow on Yvette. She looked almost transparent, as if she might vanish at any moment. He asked, "What do you think of what ude just said?"


    Yvette hummed softly. Her voice was slightly hoarse and her gaze was cold. "70 percent true, 30 percent false"


    Jeremiah nodded, his expression darkening. He thought so too. ude probably painted himself in a better light out of fear that Yvette would retaliate against the Carter family. But that family''s fate was already in her hands.


    Jeremiah said, "ude probably wanted to know why Mrs. Zeller had ancientbat power too, but gave up for some reason. Maybe it had something to do with the marriage agreement they had."


    If Lilian''s ancientbat power was innate, her descendants might have it too. The marriage agreement ude made then was much safer than those so-called human experiments. He talked so sweetly now, that sly old fox.


    Yvette''s expression was cold. She tilted her head, looked at Jeremiah, and squinted slightly. "Rashad and the data from the human experiments back then?"


    Jeremiah did not need to hear the rest. He had already investigated it after discovering Rashad''s involvement.


    Jeremiah put a hand in his pocket. His expression was solemn. Rashad told everyone the data on those human experiments


    had been destroyed, and nothing was kept after the government ban. Therefore, he''s the only one who knows everything about the experiments. "He couldn''t have destroyed the data. It''s still unknown where they''re hidden, but my people are already in theb looking for clues.


    Jeremiah had never mentioned any of this to Yvette, because he knew she would meet Rashad in person one day. So, he had already arranged for someone to enter theb.


    Yvette paused, her gaze lingering. Her long legs under the casual pants she was wearing were unbelievably perfect. With a slight smirk, she changed the topic. "Let''s go out for ate night snack."


    Jeremiah smiled faintly. His gaze was intense, and he looked elegant and noble. "Is this a reward?"


    Yvette Isked and strolled leisurely to Jeremiah. She ced her delicate tanned hand on his broad shoulder, gently patted it, and casually said, "You''re paying."


    Jeremiah looked at Yvette''s graceful, curvy silhouette and smiled.


    The dim and narrow alleys in Mysonna were perfect hiding spots for the city''s seedy underbelly. All around were weathered walls, dim streetlights, unsightly mechanical pipes, flickering neon signs, overturned trash cans, and lurking figures.


    The sound of pouring rain turned the vibrant street into a flowing mirage. The air was filled with a humid smell mixed with car exhaust and dust from the concrete roads.


    The dim lights illuminated the faces of the passers-by-some weary, some sorrowful, some angry, some arrogant, some lively, and others numb and indifferent.


    Mysonna was a paradise for the indulgent wealthy and also a ce where the poor mingled. Just one street separated luxury


    from destitution.N?velDrama.Org content.


    The southern region of Mysonna was also a chaotic area where many small gangs were stationed. Various fights, drug. Chapter 550


    dealing and usage, domestic violence, and human trafficking happened every day.


    A third of the people living there were illegal immigrants from all around the world. They came chasing the dream of getting rich, but did not have a ce to settle down.


    The Mysonnan government had also epted the current state of the region because they were powerless to change it.


    In that region, there was a diner owned by a Gablurgan folk which was quite famous and had attracted many Clusians over the years. It became lively at night.


    All kinds of people patronized it-from tattooed gang members to young hookers. Most of them were Clusians and only a few were foreigners.


    The owner, who was originally from Capston, had been running the diner for nearly 20 years. The diner''s round tables were quite simple, and it was obvious they had been around for some time. The stool legs were pretty wobbly too.


    The diner''s environment was exactly as one would imagine; but the food was genuinely tasty, which was why it had stayed open in this spot for so many years. The vors there were authentic.


    The moment Yvette and Jeremiah sat down, they attracted the attention of everyone passing by and in the restaurant; mainly because their temperaments felt out of ce. Their affluent aura, outstanding appearance, and cool demeanor clearly showed they were not ordinary folks.


    The diner''s menu was simple; it hung on the wall and featured only a dozen dishes-aglio olio, steamed broli, focia, risotto, shrimp ravioli, chicken francese, and other unique local dishes.


    The owner, a man in his fifties, had a simple and honest face. Seeing that Yvette and Jeremiah were Clusians, he spoke pure Clusian. "Sit wherever you like, Sir, Miss. Order whatever you like


    Meeting fellow countrymen in a foreignnd brought an immediate sense of familiarity.


    Yvette sat on a blue stic stool and casually ordered four dishes from the menu on the wall. Meanwhile, Jeremiah calmly pulled out a napkin and carefully wiped down the table.


    The owner nodded enthusiastically. "Alright, sit tight. They''ll be ready soon." Then, he rushed off to the kitchen


    All eyes were on Jeremiah and Yvette-some with ill intentions, some curious, and a few excited and captivated by their presence.


    On the table next to theirs sat a few hookers who had just finished apanying clients. When they saw Jeremiah, their eyes lit up like wolves spotting prey.


    These hookers usually dealt with rough, burly men and had never encountered someone like Jeremiah before. They acted provocatively, coyly ying with their hair and deliberately lifting their skirts up their thighs. Meanwhile, some men couldn''t help but get excited when they saw Yvette''s face.


    The atmosphere in the diner suddenly became unusually lively and charged upon Yvette and Jeremiah''s arrival.


    Yvette sat on the stool, casually andzily ncing around before leisurely picking up a fork. Jeremiah smoothly took it from her and carefully wiped it clean then ced it on the te in front of her.


    Noticing this, the hookers pouted and looked at


    Yvette enviously


    While Yvette and Jeremiah waited for their food, there were five men seated at the table behind them with identical tattoos on their arms and right legs.


    Those tattoos were typically symbols of small gangs from the southern region. To join a gang, the first step was to get a tattoo as proof of allegiance. 10:24 Wed, Dec 25 GG


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    A young blond man who looked barely of age spat on the ground and started cursing without caring how many people were around.


    He said, “Dante, since the Goodman family hasn''t stepped in to rectify the situation in the southern region yet, this is the perfect time for us to expand our territory.


    If we don''t act now, we really won''t have the chance anymore once that persones out."


    A man with purple hair, who looked a few years older than the blond man, chimed in. "Give us the green light, Dante, and we''ll follow you to the end of the world-even if it means facing death.


    "We''re tired of being at the bottom of society. We want to strive for something better.