The day gradually turned into night.
The farce was ending.
The night wind blew.
Yvonne Finley awoke in a strange environment where someone had just been killed, yet she felt no trace of fear or terror.
She stood up, her legs numb and difficult to move.
It took her a while to walk out of the courtyard.
Once she got into the car, her heart pounded heavily in her chest. A flood of emotions surged within her, even her stance of sorrow seemed awkward.
She took out her cell phone, looking at a saved number.
Feeling oddly hesitant at this moment.
The irony spread.
Her father was dead, a time when she should be mourning, yet she was forced to consider whether his death could help her acquire the serum.
To put it bluntly, when Sebastian Finley called her a harbinger of bad luck as a child, he wasn't lying.
Looking out the window, Yvonne Finley silently dialed the number.
Ding ding ding——
She didn't know how long had passed.
"Hello."
