CEO loves me with all his soul.-Chapter 105. Investigation

Visha stood at the edge of the cliff, her gaze fixed on the lifeless body sprawled on the rocky shore below. The wind carried the scent of salt and decay, and she let out a heavy sigh. Wryn Hudel was dead. The man who had spent his life scheming and grasping for power had met an abrupt, violent end.

She lifted her phone and dialed. The line rang only once before Police Chief Argo answered.

"I was too late," Visha said, her voice tinged with frustration. "Wryn Hudel is dead."

A long silence followed. Then, Argo exhaled sharply. "I expected as much. His death was inevitable after the power struggle he got involved in. Keep an eye on Jaya Sebanil and Yuin Sebanil. If Wryn is dead, they might be next."

Visha turned her head slightly, observing the distant figure of Jaya Sebanil. "Jay is watching Yuin Sebanil. From what I can tell, he seems... fixated."

"That could mean trouble." Argo’s voice held a note of concern. "Stay sharp."

Ending the call, Visha took one last look at Wryn’s corpse before heading back. There were still too many unanswered questions, and the night felt far from over.

At the police station, Argo sat in his office, tapping a pen against his desk as he studied the woman before him. Lady Sachel, arrested on Sorchia Island, looked hollow, as though her soul had been drained from her body. Her once sharp and cunning eyes were now dull and vacant.

Argo leaned forward, arms resting on the table. "Why were you on Sorchia Island?"

Silence.

"Who were those people with you? What was your purpose?"

Lady Sachel remained motionless, her expression unreadable. The dim overhead light flickered slightly, casting eerie shadows on the walls of the interrogation room.

Argo tightened his jaw. "Who escaped? We know you weren’t alone. One of them got away. Who was it?"

Still, she did not speak.

His patience thinned. "Why did you attempt to kill Ethan and Leclair? What was the real motive?"

Lady Sachel blinked slowly but offered no response.

Argo exhaled harshly, shaking his head. "She’s been silenced..."

He motioned to the jailer standing at the door. "Take her back to her cell. Give her something to eat later. If she talks, let me know immediately."

As the jailer escorted Lady Sachel away, Argo sat back in his chair and rubbed his temples. The puzzle was incomplete. Someone had tied up the loose ends before they could get to them. Someone powerful. And if Lady Sachel was too afraid to speak, then they were dealing with something far more dangerous than they had anticipated.

Argo muttered a curse under his breath. The storm was far from over.

Argo sat in his dimly lit office, his fingers drumming on the cold steel of his desk as he stared at the files and the USB drive in front of him. The reports recovered from the underground laboratory in Sorchia Island were filled with unsettling information—data and experiment logs detailing the creation of artificial humans with selective genetic traits. He wasn’t a scientist, but even he could tell that what was happening there was beyond anything ethical.

He exhaled sharply and picked up his phone, dialing a number. After a few rings, the line connected.

"What do you want, Argo?" a groggy voice answered.

"Dr. Siwen, I need your expertise. It’s urgent."

A loud groan came from the other end of the line. "You do realize I just finished a twelve-hour surgery, right? I was hoping to sleep, not run around playing scientist for you."

"It’s important, Siwen. I wouldn’t call if it wasn’t. Just come over to the station."

There was silence on the other end for a moment before a resigned sigh came through. "Fine. But you owe me."

An hour later, Dr. Siwen entered the station, looking as haggard as he had sounded over the phone. His usually neat hair was disheveled, and there were dark circles under his eyes. The irritation on his face was evident as he plopped down into the chair across from Argo’s desk.

"I swear, if this is some nonsense about mutant fish or crop experiments, I’ll—"

Argo slid the files across the table and handed him the USB. "Just look."

Dr. Siwen sighed and flipped open the first file. As his eyes moved over the pages, his expression shifted from exhaustion to mild interest and then to full-blown alarm. He snapped his head up to look at Argo, then back down at the pages, flipping through them at a faster pace.

"This... This is insane." His voice had lost its grogginess, replaced with something cold and sharp. "Where did you get this?"

"The lab we raided on Sorchia Island. We barely scratched the surface before the place was wiped clean, but we managed to recover these before the failsafe destroyed the rest."

Dr. Siwen leaned back, rubbing his temples. "You said there was a USB?"

Argo handed it to him. "I haven’t checked what’s on it. We wanted to wait for you to take a look first."

Dr. Siwen nodded and pulled out his laptop. He inserted the USB, and the screen flickered as files loaded. His fingers danced over the keyboard, opening document after document. His face grew paler with each passing second.

"Argo," he finally said, his voice tight, "this isn’t just about artificial humans. This is about genetic tailoring—specific modifications to create people with enhanced abilities, specific appearances, controlled temperaments... This isn’t science fiction; this is real. And worse, it’s functional."

Argo leaned forward. "What do you mean, ’functional’?"

Siwen tapped the screen. "These are the test results of various subjects. They were experimenting on living people, manipulating their DNA to mold them into what they wanted. Most of these trials failed, but some... Some were successful. And based on these notes, they aren’t just lab experiments anymore. They’re out in the world."

A cold chill ran down Argo’s spine. "Are you saying that there are people walking around right now who were... created in this lab?"

Dr. Siwen nodded. "Yes. And if I’m reading this correctly, some of them don’t even know it."

Argo sat back in his chair, his mind racing. "We need to find out who they are."

Siwen sighed, rubbing his eyes. "I need more time to go through all of this. This isn’t something I can analyze in an hour. Give me a day, maybe two. I’ll need access to a more advanced lab setup to properly decrypt some of these files, but I can tell you right now—this is dangerous."

Argo clenched his fists. "Alright. Take whatever time you need. We’ll provide whatever resources you ask for."

Siwen nodded and packed up the documents and USB. As he stood up, he gave Argo a serious look. "Whatever this is, it’s bigger than we thought. Someone with serious power and knowledge has been orchestrating this for years. You need to be careful. If they realize we have this data, they’ll come for it."

Argo met his gaze with equal determination. "Let them try."

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