What Giovanni didn’t know was that I held the highest-level control over the medical pod. Any abnormal operation immediately triggered an alert to my phone. I had also secretly installed micro-cameras inside the pod.
By morning, I was recording the previous night’s pathological data when I suddenly felt arms wrap tightly around my waist.
Giovanni embraced me from behind, his warm breath brushing my ear.
"Babe, I missed you."
He pressed me onto the lab table, impatiently unbuttoning my clothes.
The scenes from the night before flashed in my mind, and my stomach churned.
The scratches on his back likely hadn’t faded yet.
Suppressing my nausea, I casually made an excuse to evade him.
"I have experiments to run soon."
Instead of getting upset, he gave me a doting smile.
"Then at least let me join you for breakfast, okay?"
At the dining table, I deliberately served him a piece of braised pork.
Sure enough, the thought of the cadavers in the dissection room sent him rushing to the bathroom to vomit.
When Giovanni returned, he put on his usual facade of concern.
"Babe, is the experiment going well? I feel terrible seeing you working so hard and staying up all night."
"Once this busy period is over, let’s go abroad for a vacation and get some proper rest."
"Oh, by the way, the first surgery with your intelligent medical pod is scheduled for tomorrow night."
I lowered my head and took a sip of soup, replying indifferently, "Yes, I know."
"Congratulations! The new device is finally in use. It won’t be long before it’s mass-produced and hits the market."
Tomorrow night's surgery will be led by none other than Lianna.
Giovanni had given her access to the best medical equipment, including the medical pod I developed—worth billions.
But he didn’t know that I had tampered with the device to monitor Lianna.
Giovanni, what kind of expression will you have when you see my life end during this surgery?
I can’t wait to find out.
After much effort, I finally sent Giovanni off.
Using an encrypted channel, I transmitted the collected data to the international organization.
Suddenly, I remembered that a portion of the files that were still locked in the safe in Giovanni’s office.
Giovanni’s office was on the 18th floor, two floors above mine.
As I sifted through the documents, soft laughter drifted in from outside the office.