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Sarah ignored the sycophantic murmurs around her and made her way to a select few individuals.

These people stood motionless, their minds seemingly adrift, like scarecrows in a field.

Her gaze, one of approval, eventually rested on Ian.

"Doctor, is there a problem?"

She flicked her finger casually, "Have him come with me."

The man beside her looked visibly uncomfortable. Normally, personnel weren't allowed to move

between zones. That Sarah could do so was a privilege from the higher-ups. Now she wanted to take

someone else with her, and that was.

"Hmm?" Her tone was commanding, causing beads of sweat to form on the man's forehead.

Quickly bowing his head, he chuckled nervously, "Sure, sure, if it's a request from you, Doctor, I'll have

him come with you right away."

Her voice was light, almost breezy, but her intent was unmistakable, "I want him now."

The man's face showed his struggle, but in the end, he stayed silent.

As Ian walked beside Sarah, a glint of cold intent passed through his eyes. It seemed she had a high

status in this research base, and having the chance to be escorted to another zone could be

advantageous.

They passed through a couple of corridors, each tier abundant with instruments designed to verify

identities.

Sarah led him all the way to the heart of the laboratory. Ian was still in his protective suit when she

asked, "Can you read?"

This Sarah spoke his language, and even with a flawless accent at that.

"Yes."

"Pass me the reagents, and I'll arrange a place for you to sleep tonight," after that, she fell silent.

Ian cooperated, passing her the reagents she needed. Half an hour later, she took a call. It appeared to

be from one of the high-ranking officials at the base, inquiring why she was taking someone across

different zones.

On this journey, Ian had barely managed to grasp an understanding of this segment of the vast base,

each area meticulously designated for specific functions. The outer layer was for transporting people in,

and those from the outer layer couldn't enter the core. The security was stringent.

But clearly, Sarah had made an exception this time.

"I need him; that's all. Maybe in a few days, I'll want to conduct research on him. I won't let him leave

alive."

The person on the other end of the call, upon hearing her words, didn't press any further.

Sarah hung up and continued her work nonchalantly, as if those threatening words had never been

uttered by her.

Ian watched and waited until ten at night when he was finally shown to his resting quarters. The room

was modest, about two hundred square meters, with a bed that was too small for his height. He would

have to curl up to fit.

Sarah turned off the lights, sweeping a glanced back at him. Ian’s suit and goggles were still on.

The woman walked at the door, and advised in a usual level tone, "Don't go out at night."

With that, she left.

A ventilation opening? He looked up and spotted the vent of the room at a glimpse.

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