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And that door just now, he had tried many times before passing out but couldn’t open it. Yet she opened it with a click. It was truly amazing!

Could it be that Miss Abigail had a hidden identity as a master locksmith? Did she possess black technology for unlocking?

As Pullan was wondering, he saw Abigail inject something into her own vein. His mouth opened wide. “Miss Abigail…”

What had he been injected with!

“Let’s go.” Abigail put the syringe back into Pullan’s pocket.

Pullan looked at Abigail, not understanding.

“Oh, it’s an antidote, it can generally neutralize most poisons.” Abigail explained.

Pullan guessed this when she injected him. What he wanted to ask was why she put the disposable syringe into his pocket.

“Oh, this is something the lab developed; it costs five hundred thousand dollars per dose. Putting it in your pocket proves that you used it.” So that when it was time to pay, the bill wouldn’t fall on her.

As she spoke, Abigail was already pushing Brandon towards the exit.

Pullan stiffened. Five hundred thousand dollars a dose? Was this a robbery!

And how did she know?

Pullan felt that his book of one hundred thousand whys was becoming more diversified.

He gritted his teeth and pushed Sophia to follow. There was no time to fuss over these details now.

However, he didn’t know if it was due to the injection or a psychological effect, but he felt his body really getting better.

This made Pullan look at Abigail with newfound respect. The more he followed her, the more he felt she was like the hidden expert in “Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils.”

“Miss Abigail, wait for me.” Unconsciously, the simple address of Miss Abigail also carried a tone of respect when he called her.

Abigail didn’t walk fast and constantly observed Brandon’s condition.

Although the surgery was successful, when he would wake up depended on his constitution and recovery.

Just before they were about to go out, Abigail instinctively glanced at the left side’s CCTV. The light was off. When she was preparing to operate on Brandon earlier, she had used surgical scissors to cut all the surveillance lines in the lab.

If before she particularly wanted to prove to Brandon that she was capable, then from the moment she saw Brandon in trouble, she suddenly realized that Abigail Green’s ordinary identity might be a form of protection.

Prematurely exposing her abilities was not good for Abigail Green in her current situation.

She had been too reckless before.

And in the lab’s safe earlier, she had found more than just the antidote. There were also some documents about her.

Belonging to Dr. Smith’s documents.

She had roughly browsed through them. They didn’t just contain her simple resume and life details; they also mentioned her death.

Abigail had always thought she had died from a sudden work-related exhaustion. But from the documents, it seemed things weren’t that simple. Could her death have been something else?

This suspicion flashed through her mind, and Jeffrey Foster’s refined and gentle face emerged in her thoughts. Actually, he had some similarities with Brandon’s temperament, yet Brandon was too stunning. Even though he was a gentleman and cultured, there was a hint of monster within him.

While Jeffrey Foster gave people just the right feeling, neither too hot nor too cold.

Over the years, Abigail felt she knew this senior well enough. But at this moment, she was very curious. What had the research lab done to her, or what had Jeffrey discovered?

But regardless, it made Abigail start to doubt whether her death was indeed an accident!