Charlotte Lane stood in front of the washbasin, expressionless as she looked at the painting in her hand.
After a while, she used the lighter belonging to the restroom air freshener to set the painting on fire.
The flames illuminated her cold, white skin.
She watched the fire consume the painting...
Her reputation at the Research Institute was so great, having even suppressed 319. Edward Kirsten must have already wanted her to enter his laboratory.
He was just hesitating or perhaps planning to bring it up after some time.
After all, she was different from before, and Edward Kirsten was somewhat wary of her.
Originally, she could have waited as well.
But she didn't want to wait now.
There were still so many people in the Imperial Capital waiting for her return; she couldn't risk her life here.
At the very least, she couldn't risk it without even touching the laboratory.
So she took a gamble.
