After a long moment, he slowly exhaled a plume of smoke and said softly, "Is that so…"
A slight smile touched his lips, growing deeper and more unfathomable. "Then let's keep her. If one day Mason North were to learn of her existence…"
The two exchanged a mysterious smile.
Julian Valerius didn't elaborate. He rose gracefully and smoothed out a non-existent crease on his suit before lightly pressing a red button.
BOOM—
In an instant, Hell's Island, where Annabelle Linton and the others had just been, was reduced to ashes.
Without a backward glance, Julian Valerius walked impassively toward the massive floor-to-ceiling window.
A cold smile played on his lips.
'It seems life won't be so dull anymore.'
...
Three days after leaving Hell's Island, Annabelle Linton still hadn't woken up.
She had been given the serum and had undergone surgery. The doctors had clearly stated she was out of danger, but she just wouldn't wake up.
