Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 1422

Alaric immediately clamped his mouth shut, his face deathly pale.

The guests in the banquet hall stared at the document, then shifted their gazes to Alaric.

Just moments ago, Alaric had been preaching that he was merely making a spontaneous suggestion out of goodwill, advising Serena to publish part of her rescue strategy.

Yet this application had been filed three days ago.

Which meant...

This wasn't a spontaneous thought at all.

He had been scheming for the Severia rescue data all along.

Upon seeing the document, Dr. Arthur Smith's face darkened instantly. "This is a rejection file from The Global Medical Oversight Coalition."

"Three days ago, the Sinclair foundation formally applied to the GMOC to access the neurological response data, anomalous drug reactions, and resuscitation window logs for the first batch of critical experts from Severia."

"This involves international classified information, and the application was outright rejected."

He glared at Alaric, his eyes frigid. "Chairman Sinclair, since you were already explicitly denied by the GMOC, why did you attempt to publicly pressure Miss Serena tonight?"

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Alaric's back, but he clung to his composure. "The foundation did indeed process a related application internally, but that was just a routine procedure by the project team. I was not aware of the specific details myself."

"Oh?" Serena's lips curved. "You weren't aware?"

Nicholas tapped the screen of his tablet.

The document on the big screen scrolled down.

Next page.

Under the electronic signature section, Alaric's personal authorization seal was clearly stamped.

Beside it, a sticky-note comment was neatly typed.

— If the GMOC refuses, attempt to secure a personal authorization waiver from Serena Lancaster.

— Recommend leveraging domestic public opinion, using "transparency" and "helping more victims" as the core narrative.

Alaric's expression shattered completely.

Arthur Harrison and Sebastian Montgomery both jerked their heads up, their faces ghostly pale.

They finally realized whose play they had been acting in tonight.

Transparency.

The screen shifted once more.

This time, it was a document in Elyndorian.

[The Sinclair Group Biotech Charity Foundation - Offshore Funding Flow Over the Past Three Years]

What followed was a list of names highlighted in red.

Things like the Neural Restoration Center.

Westover Free Port.

Rows and rows of names cascaded down the screen.

Many of them were the exact locations Serena had casually mentioned just minutes ago.

Locations that functioned as free-trade zones and research transit hubs on the surface, but were actually rampant with underground experiments, illegal black-market trading, and illicit biological research.

Then came the proof of massive capital flows, detailing how the Sinclair foundation had pumped astronomical sums of money into these locations under various guises over the past three years.

As the file scrolled to the very bottom.

It revealed a document co-signed by Alaric Sinclair and someone named "Raven."