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Chapter 175 30% +5 It was the middle of the night, and no one could sleep after all the commotion. Quinlyn simply turned on the light, sat on the couch, and gestured for him to ask whatever he wanted.

Chester scratched his head, thinking for a long tbefore finally blurting out, "If I cooperate fully, can I get special consideration to beca cop?" Quinlyn was momentarily stunned. She really had no idea how to answer that.

Chester had actually dreamed of becoming a police officer since he was a kid. But he had grown up poor-so poor that he couldn't even afford an education, let alone meet the academic requirements for the police entrance exam.

Over the years, he had watched plenty of legal education shows and learned how to exploit loopholes, which led him down the path of petty crime.

When he got on the phone with Bennett, Chester was practically buzzing with excitement. "So, how did you manage to becan undercover agent?" "Because I'm smart," Quinlyn replied.

"Well, I definitely can't compete with that. Why didn't you just say so from the start? I take back all the cursing. By the way, that powder really has no side effects?" Chester asked.

Quinlyn explained, "No, it doesn't. I synthesized it based on the properties of the drug. At first, the addiction is intense, but over time, users feel less and less of an effect.

"Eventually, they break free from dependency. Addicts can even use it to overcreal drug addiction." "That's insane. You actually created something that powerful. Where did you even get the real drugs from?" Chester asked.

"The police department lent them tofor research," Quinlyn said.

After hearing all the details, Chester was completely in awe of Quinlyn's intelligence. He had been running scams his whole life, but compared to Quinlyn, he was way out of his league.

At this point, he was no longer wallowing in despair. Instead, he started digging into the details of the case. Quinlyn answered most of his questions, but as fatigue crept in, she rubbed her eyes and got up to go to bed.

"Hey, wait a sec." Chester suddenly stood up, rummaged through a drawer, and pulled out a first-aid kit. He walked over, looking a little awkward. "You hurt your hand savingearlier. Letdisinfect it. You don't want an infection." Quinlyn had completely forgotten about the small cut on her finger, and by now, she could barely feel it. “It's fine," she said.

"No way. The water quality around here isn't great. You don't want to risk tetanus," Chester insisted as he applied antiseptic and covered the wound with a bandage.

Watching him lower his head and carefully treat her injury, Quinlyn muttered quietly, "You're a good person." Chester froze for a second before breaking into a wide grin. "Of course. And you're not too bad yourself. You even comfortedjust now." Quinlyn glanced at him sideways and grumbled, "If something happened to you, it'd be a problem for me." Chester was momentarily stunned before mentally rolling his eyes.

Quinlyn stayed up late that night, so when Lionel arrived the next morning, she was still yawning.

1/3 Chapter 175 O Lionel got straight to the point. "Zaid signed the contract. It's all here. Thanks to your powder, Joseph couldn't even hold out for a night. In the end, Zaid caved and sold The Wilson Group to me. And now, it's yours? The Wilson Group had been on the verge of bankruptcy. It was acquired at a bargain price, worth even lew than a few dozen kilograms of powder.

To win Quinlyn over, Lionel willingly handed the company to her, "Okay," Quinlyn replied indifferently. She signed her name, tossed the pen aside, and curled up on the couch, half-asleep again.

Failing chimed in with sflattery, but Lionel felt awkward. “Quinlyn, you don't seem to care much about money, So what's your biggest interest right now? As long as it's not pulling the moon out of the sky, I promise I'll make it happen.

"Really?" Quinlyn mumbled, still half-asleep, hugging a pillow and rubbing her cheek against it. "I want to do genetic editing. I need lots and lots of embryos. And lots and lots of pregnant women." Lionel was momentarily speechless. 'I knew Quinlyn was a total research-obsessed lunatic. And sure enough, her requests aren't normal, he wondered.

He hesitated. "I can definitely get my hands on plenty of embryos and pregnant women, but this project is mainly overseen by Mr. Rhodes. If any breakthroughs happen, he'll probably take the biggest cut of the profits.

Last night, Lionel had already argued with Mariano over dividing the profits from the powder.

If genetic editing turned out to be a success, the profits would be worth far more than just millions. Lionel wasn't exactly thrilled about letting Mariano take a share.

"That's your problem to solve. I only care about the research. How much you sell it for is your business," Quinlyn said, making it clear that money didn't interest her.

Lionel didn't push the conversation any further. But after that, his words felt a little forced, and he left in a hurry after exchanging only a few more sentences.

The moment the door closed, Quinlyn opened her eyes. Her gaze was sharp and crystal clear.

Chester, who had been standing off to the side, was startled. He watched as Quinlyn walked to the window and asked in confusion, "What are you looking at?" Quinlyn gazed in the direction where the black car had just driven off and said calmly, "He's going to find Mariano." Chester immediately realized her intention. "You're trying to turn them against each other?" That was just a side effect. The real reason was that the women in the cages were under Mariano's control. And Mariano seemed to be more difficult to deal with than Lionel.

Stirring up conflict between them would only benefit her plans. No matter how things played out, she would not be at a disadvantage as long as she could get close to those women.

"Do you know what those women locked in cages are being used for? Why are they all pregnant?" Quinlyn suddenly asked. She had never thought to ask Chester about it before.

"Of course, I do. They're surrogate mothers," Chester answered without hesitation.

Quinlyn froze, clearly unfamiliar with the term. "What is that?" Her clear eyes were filled with confusion, making it obvious that she truly did not understand. Chester was a bit taken aback.

Chester explained, "Srich people don't want to have kids themselves, so they pay someone else to do it for them. But it's 2/3 20% Chapter 175 a pretty shady business.

"A lot of people take the money and run, or worse, they force women to carry babies against their will. It's a total mess, basically a gray-market industry." Quinlyn nodded slowly, finding it all a bit unbelievable.

The border was filled with pregnant women, yet she had never seen anyone use surrogacy just to keep their figure.

She then asked about Laura's death.

"Someone cin for infertility treatment, and they had toget m injections? That's sounds a lot like surrogacy. It's all related to pregnancy. Maybe it's part of the sindustry." With Chester's help, Quinlyn narrowed down the direction of her investigation. By the afternoon, she had already sent Lionel a set of research data.

"Where did you even get this?" Chester asked curiously.

As she typed on her keyboard, Quinlyn pointed at the towering pile of books at her feet.

Chester leaned in for a look. There were Genetics Analysis of Genes and Genomes, The Gene Theory, and Genetic Engineering. He was momentarily stunned.

Quinlyn was not a genius who could conduct experiments just by reading books. The data had been compiled ve with the help of experienced instructors from a biologist network. They had made a great deal of effort. It was all authentic.

A little over ten minutes later, Lionel called. He sounded drunk; his speech was slurred and all over the place, but he was in high spirits. "Quinlyn, you're my lucky star. The drug made a ton of money, and now you've cup with something so amazing. "Damn, you're incredible. You're my idol. Don't worry. I'll make this project happen for you. In a couple of days, no, tonight. I'll get it done tonight." After the call, Quinlyn simply waited for news in the hotel.

Late at night, the voice in her earpiece suddenly jolted her awake. "Quinlyn, are you asleep? We just got word. Mariano was stabbed to death at a private club." Quinlyn opened her eyes. The television was still playing, and SpongeBob was bouncing around happily on the screen.

She had always liked simple things.

But in reality, someone had died because of her calculations.

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