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When Maja woke up, her head was pounding. All she could remember was the tiny space in front of her, but now she found herself in Greenfield Gardens. She was all too familiar with this ceiling.

Rubbing her temples, and she heard Ian's voice from outside.

"So, what happened to Rachel in the end?" RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

"She wasn't dismissed. She had no idea about the things Bernard had been up to, but after a meeting with the higher-ups, they've decided to send her undercover. You know the black market ring that's been clashing with Abner? Now they've sent Rachel over. If she can achieve something significant, she could be promoted again upon return. Might even take Bernard's old spot before she's 30."

Rachel was young. The success of Bernard's plan to a certain extent was due to her excessive trust in Bernard, so she must be punished.

Being sent undercover was her penance.

Ian sat by the library window, unaware that Maja was awake. He glanced through the documents in front of him, "Did Lingery go with Rachel?"

"Lingery was sent on a different mission. After all, he was Bernard's protégé. Now he's doing psychological hypnosis for the soldiers wounded at the border."

Ian raised an eyebrow, "He's okay with that?"

"Not by choice, but he went with a gun to his head. Then there’s Philip and Phil. Philip was shot that day by someone unknown, and Phil took him away. They haven't been found yet. As for Queena, she was someone who had been sentenced to death; she was put back in prison."

Ian nodded and leaned back in his chair. He had only woken up that morning and was still piecing things together.

"The doctor?"

"The doctor's in seclusion, saying an antidote will be developed for you within three months."

Ian still felt the itch, but it wasn't unbearable. He tapped his fingers idly, "I wonder if Maja has figured out what happened to the doctor."

"Ms. Pennyfeather is sharp. She must have. But both the doctor and Patric have their demons to face. The doctor choosing to seclude is also a way of giving oneself a breathing room. As for Patric, his situation is more severe."

"What happened to him?"

"He's taken a job at the Raymond Corporation, trying to take your place."

Ian's face darkened, and a frown creased his brow. After a moment, he told Jeff, "Transfer him to the Raymond Corporation's overseas branch. It's only a few hundred billion; I can afford it. But, don't let him linger in Greenfield. I don't want to see him."

"Sure thing, President."

Maja still stayed in bed, not wanting to open her eyes.

She had overheard their conversation and had a rough idea of everyone's fate.

She rolled over as Ian's voice softened, "Awake?"

It turned out that he had been watching her all along.

Unable to feign sleep any longer, she threw back the covers and sat up.

"I'm starving. Got anything to eat?"

Jeff tactfully excused himself.

Ian walked over and touched her forehead to feel her temperature.

"You had a mild fever last night. It's gone now. Freshen up, and we'll get some breakfast."

Maja nodded, but then paused, "How's Fitch?"

"No major issues. He was given a few injections, thankfully with no serious side effects. There might be some impact on his memory, as he had already suffered severe head injuries before. He hasn’t woken up yet. The doctor says there might only be memory confusion."

No one knew to what extent the confusion would be.

Pregnant and not wanting to dwell, Maja went down for breakfast. From a distance, she saw Rocky and Coco played around. She then took her plate to a window-side seat to watch them frolic.