"He needs to return to the company immediately to personally inspect this batch of medical equipment."
I lowered my gaze. It seemed they couldn’t bear to be apart for even a moment.
Giovanni quickly changed and left with her. "Dr. Lopez has an important surgery tomorrow night. I need to check all the medical equipment."
I didn’t respond, silently watching them leave.
After he was gone, I pulled out my phone and checked the surveillance feed.
On the company’s heavy-ion radiotherapy machine, a red ribbon fluttered in the air.
One end was tied to the equipment, the other around Lianna’s waist.
As for Giovanni, he looked utterly content.
My phone buzzed again. The caller ID displayed that familiar unknown number.
"The black-market evidence chain is complete. Target for this operation: Lianna, female, 28 years old."
"Over the past six months, 12 cadavers have been sent to her secret lab without any proper documentation."
I gazed at the city lights outside the window and calmly replied, "I guarantee the mission will be completed on time."
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The next day, Giovanni followed me to the dissection room.
He was acting oddly today—clinging to me like a shadow.
As I organized materials, he volunteered to sort the documents.
When I cleaned the instruments, he eagerly handed me cleaning supplies and clothes.
Even when I went to the restroom, he waited outside the door.
Just as I was reaching my limit, Giovanni leaned against me like a spoiled puppy, brushing his shoulder against mine.
"Honey, I want to stay by your side forever."
"You’re the love of my life. I can’t live without you."
I turned away coldly, trying to break free from his embrace, but Giovanni held me even tighter.
His voice was unbearably soft. "I’ve already bought a house in Switzerland. Next year, we’ll move there and enjoy life together."
This was the same man who had been tangled up with Lianna just that morning, now performing a heartfelt act in front of me.
Some lies, no matter how beautifully told, remain lies.
Lianna sauntered into the dissection room, swaying her hips and deliberately drawing out her words. "Mr. Collins is such a caring husband."
"Alice, if you’d be willing to give him to me, that would be perfect."
I kept my head down, continuing to sort the experimental data, pretending not to hear her provocations.