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Chapter 178 With the item in hand, Quinlyn turned to leave without a shred of courtesy.

Just as she grabbed the doorknob, Lionel's cold and menacing voice cfrom behind. "Quinlyn, you know what happens to those who betray me, do you not?" Quinlyn paused for a second but did not answer.

The door to the private room opened, then quietly shut again.

"Ah!" A furious crash followed as Lionel roared in rage. He swept everything off the table, smashing the TV and speakers. Only after exhausting all his strength did he slump onto the couch in defeat. It was not until that moment that he realized his mistake.

Quinlyn had no weaknesses; he could not control her. But his own vulnerability had been laid bare.

Who was the hunter, and who was the prey? The roles had long since reversed.

Quinlyn walked out of the private room but did not take the elevator. Chester had found the emergency exit and was waiting outside.

Inside, Quinlyn took out a card reader and connected it to her phone.

The USB drive had never left Lionel's side, not even when he slept or showered, but it was not password- protected.

As soon as she opened it, she saw over a dozen densely packed folders stem cell experiment sites, surrogate lists, powder client data, and so on.

Quinlyn went through everything from start to finish, her gaze growing colder by the second. At last, she uploaded the data to the task force and connected her earpiece. "Move in.” Inside the police department's surveillance room, the moment the young girl's voice rang out, Bennett pressed the rabutton. "Target locations confirmed. All units, mobilize. Operation Bio-CrTakedown is officially underway." At his command, the fully armed officers in the room sprang into action. Every police unit in the city responded simultaneously.

Hundreds of patrol cars, sirens blaring, tore through the streets toward their designated targets.

Meanwhile, Quinlyn and Chester took the emergency exit straight to the first floor, slipping past the guards as they left the private club.

At the stime, in an abandoned hospital on the outskirts of town, all the caregivers had already evacuated the pregnant women through the back door.

"We are clear. The women have been safely removed and are being transported to the police department in groups." Larry confirmed it over the earpiece, delivering the good news to Quinlyn.

Stretching lazily, he chuckled. "You oweovertfor this one. The Hill family even went out of their way to get caregiver licenses. They are practically professionals now." Quinlyn gave it sthought and answered seriously, "Fine. Nyour price. Once the welfare center is built, I should still have smoney left." The moment she finished speaking, Stanley kicked Larry.

Larry immediately raised his hands in surrender. "Hey, I was just joking! Quinlyn, you are my best friend. Of course, I would 1/3 Chapter 178 not take your money. Besides, you are a goldmine. You have to take us along when you strike it rich" And he was not wrong.

The Hill family was wealthy, but they had always operated on the outskirts of power, caught between multiple factions and unable to stand out.

After cooperating with the authorities several times, especially this time, the higher-ups called Antodirectly. That meant the Hill family had gained a powerful backer. And it was all thanks to Quinlyn.

In a narrow alley, Quinlyn walked forward, listening to Joseph's praises over the earpiece. She could not help but blush slightly.

She hated being called a goldmine by Lionel. But hearing it from them, Quinlyn felt an odd sense of pride. Stepping out of the alley, she stood by the roadside. The golden sunlight bathed her face as she smiled and nodded. "Okay, then I will make even more money for you guys." On the other end of the earpiece, Larry and Stanley burst into laughter.

Beside her, Chester watched as she chatted away cheerfully, then turned to look at the private club two blocks away.

A crowd had already gathered at the entrance, and amidst the commotion, the flashing red and blue police lights could be seen.

Chester still felt a little dazed; he could hardly believe that in just a matter of days, they had taken down such a massive criminal operation. And the one who had orchestrated it all was an eleven-year-old girl.

At that moment, Quinlyn was on the phone with the two men, asking for candy.

Two days later, under coordinated police raids across multiple locations, every last one of the experimental sites was destroyed.

Early in the morning, after finishing breakfast at the Wilson residence, Quinlyn headed to the company with Joseph.

"Joseph, is the company really okay?" Quinlyn asked as she stepped into the Wilson Group building.

The place felt unusually empty, and she could not help but worry. But business was not something she understood.

"It is fine. Our family mainly collaborates with research institutes across different regions. Stanley and Larry are holding up the funds, and this gives us a chance to clean up scattered shares. Now, my father and I control the board of directors," Joseph explained.

Quinlyn roughly understood. When a company went public, many shareholders cinto play, but if power was too scattered, it could hinder long-term growth.

Joseph had just cof age, making him eligible to hold shares. In a way, this crisis had turned into an opportunity.

"So will anyone still cto work?" she asked as they took the elevator to the top floor. There were only a handful of employees in the office.

Not long ago, Wilson Group had been on the verge of bankruptcy. Lionel had even shown Quinlyn videos of employees fleeing the company, leaving behind an atmosphere of desolation.

Joseph did not hide the truth from her. "We did suffer slosses, but it is nothing serious. Look at this." He opened his laptop and pointed at the stock market index on the screen. "Yesterday, when your stem cell data was released, Wilson Group's stock hit the upper limit today.

2/3 Chapter 178 "Within a week, we will have a full staff again, and the money will cback, more than before." Quinlyn stared at the rising red line. She did not fully understand it, but she nodded, choosing to trust Joseph. After thinking for a moment, she added, “I have a few more data reports. I will give them to you later." They were the results of her recent research in the lab.

Joseph's eyes lit up with a smile as he nodded. "Alright." In fact, he and his father had already decided to give Quinlyn 5% of their shares each.

The business was all about profit. This risk they had taken had also helped them eliminate scompetitors.

With two major industry giants gone and Quinlyn's research data in hand, Wilson Group was poised to rise to the top of the pyramid. It was only right that Quinlyn received her fair share.

At the stime, Stanley had received an official invitation to lead a team in the country's cybersecurity development. On his eighteenth birthday, he formally joined a national department. This time, he no longer had to yearn for the task force's badge because now, a work ID representing Jelasica's highest cybersecurity division hung proudly from his chest.

Stanley made a special trip to the police department, strutting around Bennett with obvious pride.

"Alright, alright, I get it. You are impressive," Bennett said, half-amused, half-exasperated.

Quinlyn, however, liked Stanley's arrogance. She carefully picked out a military knife as a birthday gift for him.

"Quinlyn, do not worry. From now on, I will carry this knife to protect you," Stanley said, clearly pleased with the gift.

But Quinlyn simply looked at him and shook her head. "I already have ve plenty of people around me, Stahley. But you only have your grandfather. You need to protect him. I do not need you to protect me. You should use this knife to protect yourself." Stanley froze. In the midst of the lively, bustling room, all he could see was Quinlyn's bright eyes filled with nothing but pure care and sincerity.

"You always say things that moveso much. It is really annoying. Im almost cried," Stanley muttered, crouching in front of her and placing a hand over her head, his voice tinged with frustration. Through the gaps between his fingers, Quinlyn saw the slight redness around Stanley's eyes. In a soft voice, she said, "It is okay, Stanley. You still have me." Stanley was momentarily stunned.

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