"What if Poppy asks about the whistle?" Freya wondered.

"No worries, someone else gave it to Poppy. If I bump into her, I'll just explain."

Freya's anger vanished. The whistle was hers anyway, so no explanation needed.

Moreover, now that she had it back, Bradley wouldn't run into Poppy again.

She toyed with the whistle, a smirk showing on her lips.

Suddenly, somebody wrapped around her from behind, "What about my birthday present?"

"You'll get it if you stop watching those videos."

"Okay, let's stop and just improvise."

With that, he hugged her and they tumbled onto the soft bed.

The next morning, Xavier called to say they had made the antidote for Mitch and would inject it today.

They got ready and hurried to the basement.

Mitch was raging, his screams echoing.

Gabriel's bodyguards subdued him and they injected the antidote.

Everyone waited outside, anxious for the results.

At first, Mitch kept hurting himself, punching and screaming like crazy.

His eyes were bloodshot, on the verge of bursting.

He was thrashing around like a wild animal!

Chains clanked as he went berserk, then he collapsed, twitching like crazy.

Everyone watched his transformation, their hearts racing.

As time went on, Mitch stayed down, not getting up anytime soon.

Sean was starting to lose patience and wanted to go in to see what was happening.

Right then, Xavier held onto him, telling him to keep watching.

In the next moment, it seemed like a miracle occurred.

Mitch who was lying motionless on the ground, suddenly moved.

Then, he slowly got up from the ground, his eyes, which were bloodshot, started to clear up.

He slumped on the ground, breathing hard.

Seeing this, everyone couldn't hide their happiness.

Was it working?

"I need to retest his blood. If it shows no toxins, we can give the antidote to Mr. Bradley's body."

With that, Xavier went back in, took a blood sample from Mitch and had his assistant rush it to the lab for testing.

Since Bradley had to interrogate Mitch, everyone else left.

Only Bradley, Gabriel, Patrick, and Xavier stayed in the underground basement.

Freya waited outside.

After all, things about Solterra's affairs were confidential, so she was not supposed to know.

As she waited, Freya strolled around.

While passing by Yvette's cell, she stopped for a moment.

In just a few days, the lady who used to look vibrant and youthful now looked messed up with scary pale face.

As if she had aged ten years in just one night.

She caught someone staring at her and slowly lifted her head.

When she spotted Freya, her pale face twisted in anger, her fists clenched.

"It's you!"

Freya folded her arms and peered down at her.

"How's it feels being stuck in here?"

This heartless woman had caused so many deaths. Being locked here was like giving her a break.

If Freya had her way, she would make her suffer big time.

Yvette said nothing, just shot glaring at her with hatred.

"Just a friendly reminder, stop staring at me, or you'll be sorry when I start jabbing you with needles."

Freya raised an eyebrow, smirking as she showed off the silver needles in her hand.

Yvette knew what those needles could do and shuddered.

With a cold smile, Freya signaled for the bodyguard to open the door.

The guard hesitated. "Madam, Boss has ordered that nobody can go near Yvette."

"If that's the boss' order, I'll talk to him about that later. Open up."

The bodyguards glanced at each other, and were all clueless about what to do.

Freya squinted and urged, "If there's a problem, I'll handle it. Hurry up and do what I say!"

Knowing Freya's status, the bodyguards didn't dare to upset her and eventually opened the door.

Freya stepped inside.

Yvette's hands and feet were tied up, so she couldn't harm Freya even if she tried.

She attempted to get closer a few times but failed.

"Don't bother trying. Do you really think you can beat me in your current state?"

Freya smirked and laughed.

Yvette stared at her intensely.

Despite being younger, Yvette got this strong and scary presence. Her eyes seemed clear, but they had this cold, scary look that gave you chills.

"I won't fight you. I'm doing fine now. Unless you kill me, I'm sticking around to get on your nerves."

She felt trapped.

If she ended up in Bradley's hands, she would never plan on walking out alive.

"Kill you? That's too easy. You've hurt so many people. You should taste what it's like to suffer. Only then can they deserve peace, even in the afterlife."

"They're lucky to die in experiments! What do you know, you're just a lame doctor! Do you get what it means to contribute to experiments? Do you get risking it all just to develop a new chemical?"

"If you don't get it, just shut up and leave!"

Yvette spoke indignantly, as if her actions were glorious.

Freya saw her crazy look and thought she was insane.

Doing all those terrible things without remorse.

She was simply inhuman!

The memory of Mark's, Shirley's, and Hayden's deaths haunted her.

She was furious.

She gestured for the bodyguard to enter and went straight to hold down Yvette.

"What's your deal?"

Last time Freya pricked her with a needle, she suffered for days, wishing for death.

She didn't want to go through that again.

Smack!

A sharp sound echoed as Freya's hand landed hard on Yvette's face.

Yvette was caught off guard, taking another heavy slap.

Freya's strength was evident, leaving Yvette's cheek swollen and bloodied.

At first, Yvette cursed loudly, but gradually weakened, only able to let out painful moans.

Finally, her hand went numb from all the hitting, and she stopped.

The bodyguard handed her a tissue, which she used to wipe the dirt off her palm.

Each wipe felt like she was being infected.

Once done, she tossed it in front of Yvette.

"You evil person, when I get out of here, I'll make you pay a thousand times over and turn you into the most terrifying puppet in the world!"

Before she could even finish her sentence, Freya jabbed her with two injections.

Yvette slumped to the ground, feeling a prickly and itchy sensation all over her body, with her scalp feeling numb.