Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 250

Chapter 250: CHAPTER 250 Chapter 250: CHAPTER 250 The fairest thing Mother Nature gave to humans was death.

It was only a matter of time.

However, some people insisted on going against the laws of nature.

They wanted immortality.

They wanted to stay young forever.

Some even start leaning toward dark desires when money and a materialistic lifestyle weren’t able to provide them with a higher level of satisfaction or excitement.

Society developed at a gradual yet continuous pace.

In just a couple of decades, money had become just a number for many conglomerates.

They possessed the most extravagant lifestyle and comfortable living environment in the globe.

Life had become mundane for them.

Hence, they needed excitement.

They needed something to satisfy their desires.

Immortality and longevity had always been the highest pursuit since historical times.

I sat on the bed and stared at the camera above me.

The camera moved.

A red light was flashing.

That meant someone was watching me.

If I had to guess, the president of Crowdstar Group probably paid a hefty sum to be able to watch me every day.

I made a gesture of gratitude toward the camera.

Everything aside, this mysterious president was essentially my bank now.

I could only stay in the organization without any fear for my safety if I made him like me.

Since he had now adopted me, the people in Genome Society would need their permission to touch me.

If so, at least my life wasn’t in danger.

The camera tilted up and down three times, as if to tell me ‘You’re welcome.’ For some reason, I got the feeling that he was trying to tell me not to worry.

I was probably overthinking it.

The red light on the camera blinked continuously.

I knew it meant that he was watching me, but it felt somewhat…

soothing, I wasn’t sure why, but it calmed my nerves.

I was physically and mentally worn out from today.

I didn’t care anymore.

I just wanted to get a good night’s sleep.

The buzz from the camera’s rotation echoed through the space.

It seemed to be comforting me and lulling me to sleep.

It was probably my self-defense instincts making me think of nonsensical things.

The president of Crowdstar Group was currently the head of Huma’s conglomerates.

How could he be a kind person?

The wealthy were prone to disguises.

They’d offer you some kindness before heartlessly squeezing everything that you were worth out of you.

“Don’t worry, Sophia…

Sleep, I’ll be here.” In a daze, Dexter’s voice rang out in my head.

Not to my surprise, I could only sleep comfortably while thinking about him.

After I fell asleep, the light from the camera was still blinking.

Even after I woke up, the light was still there.

I didn’t know how long I was asleep for.

Since Alan had been killed, there was no one assigned to our laboratory.

It was a rare occasion for us to sleep in.

I looked at the camera above quizzically.

Did the president of Crowdstar group not need to sleep?

Had he been watching me the entire night?

What was so entertaining about watching me sleep?

How strange…

The door to the pod opened, and an assistant dressed in protective clothing entered with a cart.

On the cart, there was a large starfish pillow as well as fruits and snacks, all adorned with quarantine signs.

“These came from your adopter, and they’re going to be sterilized,” the assistant said in a deep voice as he swiftly inserted the items into my capsule through the disinfection port.

It was a bit challenging to squeeze in the starfish pillow.

I was taken aback for a moment when I spotted the starfish.

I then quickly embraced it in my arms.

It was soft and carried the scent of sunshine.

There was a star symbol on the tag of the starfish.

It was Dexter!

I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement.

I turned to face the surveillance camera.

No wonder the president of Crowdstar Group suddenly selected me as an experimental subject and paid a lump sum…

As it turned out, Dexter and the president had come to a mutual agreement.

Perhaps he utilized the shares of the Black Group to secure the opportunity to meet and negotiate with the president of Crowdstar Group.

I felt a sense of joy for Dexter, and simultaneously, a wave of relief washed over me.

There was no doubt in my mind that Dexter would not disregard me.

Holding the starfish in my arms, I sat on the ground and indulged in the fresh fruit.

It was clear that the other experimental subjects had never experienced anything like this before, and they all watched me with great anticipation.

I ate a sweet grape.

Then, I looked up at the camera and thought for a while.

I tapped my knees lightly.

I asked the other person if he was Dexter.

Had Dexter met the president of Crowdstar Group yet?

The camera moved, shaking up and down as if nodding, I felt a surge of joy, although I had to restrain myself from revealing it.

Hence, I humbly lowered my head and indulged in a grape.

It was truly Dexter!

What Nancy said was undoubtedly a lie.

Dexter would never sleep with anyone else…

Despite trying to reassure myself with this thought, I still felt unsettled.

Genetic attraction could be a clash of primal desires that was hard to resist.

Next to my pod, there was a pregnant experimental subject appearing to be on the verge of giving birth.

She urgently knocked on the pod’s door.

Her body was wracked with throbbing sensations and an inability to remain still.

There was a sudden gush of liquid between her legs.

Her water had broken…

She was about to give birth.

I stood up and frantically pounded on the pod’s door.

“Is anyone there?

She’s giving birth!” Damn it!

She was on the brink of giving birth, yet there was no one to attend to her.

The monitoring equipment here was very complete, so it was impossible for them not to see it.

Nevertheless, the personnel in this laboratory failed to regard the experimental subjects as human beings!

After all, these experimental subjects had not been registered and therefore seemed to be without legal protection.

Their existence was unknown, making them vulnerable to being erased and destroyed at any time.

“Is anyone there?” I slammed the door in frustration, feeling a surge of anger that overwhelmed my emotions.

It was Subject Number 57 who was about to give birth.

After her amniotic sac ruptured, she began to experience bleeding from her lower body.

If the baby wasn’t delivered promptly or via Cesarean section, two lives would be at risk.

“Asshole!” I kicked the door hard, shooting an angry look at the surveillance camera outside the pod.

It was evident that someone was watching, but they did not treat us as human beings at all!

I slammed the door forcefully and accidentally injured my hand, causing it to bleed and stain the door.

Perhaps sensing my frustration, the other subjects in the neighboring pods also began forcefully banging their doors.

The male experimental subjects’ behavior became increasingly manic.

I was startled by the thunderous crashing sound and turned to see the three male experimental subjects.

They were pounding on the door, displaying a silent, seamless cooperation that didn’t involve any communication.

These were individuals who had been raised in the lab pods since birth and had never been exposed to socialization.

In the eyes of the organization, they were not considered as human beings.

The sound of knocking on the doors grew increasingly louder.

Their force was formidable, causing the transparent lab to tremble slightly.

Eventually, the door to the lab swung open, revealing the entrance of the staff accompanied by the mercenaries.

It was clear that they were no strangers to such occurrences.