Exactly thirty million dollars.
Not a penny less.
Serena stared at the balance, the corners of her lips curling upward inch by inch.
Her smile was deeply greedy and profoundly satisfied, as if the massive sum had instantly won her over.
Her previous icy demeanor vanished completely. "Since the ship is showing such sincerity, how could I possibly refuse?"
Beaming, she snatched up the black-and-gold Raven-Crest Access Card. "Don't worry. I'll play the role of Specialized Medical Consultant perfectly."
Seeing her reaction, Silas finally let out a silent breath of relief.
He promptly handed her the newly encrypted file. "Miss Panacea, this is the supplementary data we can provide. While it isn't the complete core dataset, it's far more detailed than what you saw before."
"You can use this information to formulate a long-term stabilization plan for Specimen Seven."
Serena took the file, flipped through a couple of pages casually, and tossed it aside without much interest.
She acted as if the only thing she genuinely cared about was the thirty million dollars.
As if dealing with the Living Assets and The Sanctum Vault's Outer Perimeter was just an annoying chore attached to her new title.
But in reality, the very moment she laid eyes on that access card.
She knew her golden opportunity had arrived.
The Raven-Crest Access Card gave her a perfectly legitimate reason to infiltrate the specialized treatment zone and step right up to The Sanctum Vault's Outer Perimeter.
She no longer had to figure out how to sneak in, nor did she need to risk blowing her cover by brute-forcing her way through security.
The ship's management had practically rolled out the red carpet for her.
Serena lowered her gaze, her thumb gently tracing the embossed Raven emblem.
In the darkest depths of her eyes, a lethal, icy gleam flashed past.
But in an instant, that coldness was swallowed by her greedy, insatiable smile. She looked up at Silas, her voice slipping back into its lazy, brooding drawl. "Let's go."
Silas paused, caught off guard. "Right now?"
Serena chuckled. "Didn't you say we have less than an hour? Keep dragging your feet, and Specimen Seven will spiral out of control again. Repeated relapses will only cause catastrophic systemic damage, and if that happens... my fee is going to skyrocket."
She rose from the bed with agonizing grace, grabbed her medical kit, and headed for the door.
Silas was utterly speechless.
The Panacea truly never missed an opportunity to squeeze them for more cash.
Suddenly, he felt incredibly thankful they had struck a deal when they did.
Carrying her medical kit and flanked by ship
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The security card denoting her
status as the Specialized Medical
at her
Consultant swung cast novel
hip.
Her expression was thoroughly unbothered, her pace slow and deliberate.
She looked like someone who had just pocketed thirty million dollars and was in a fantastic mood.
Silas walked beside her, trailed by two heavily armed ship guards.
No one spoke a word during the walk.
Yet, from the very second she stepped into the ship's lower decks.
Serena had been using her peripheral vision to absorb every single change to their surroundings.
The corridor leading to the treatment zone was noticeably quieter than her first visit.
The security protocol on this floor had been drastically upgraded.
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The primary checkpoint, which previously only required an ID scan, was now fortified by two armed guards. FindNovel.net
Three clusters of motion sensors had been newly installed around the second door. Even the main corridor had been mapped out into fresh, overlapping patrol routes.
Several side doors were tightly deadbolted.
Serena's face betrayed absolutely nothing.
Only as she rounded a corner did she lazily flick her gaze down the hall.
A brand-new squad of mercenaries stood guard outside the treatment zone.
Their positioning was flawless, their tactical presence terrifyingly disciplined.
They were nothing like the ship's standard security thugs who relied on big guns and loud threats.
Especially the man standing at the front...