Inside the VIP suite.
Serena remained leaning against Nicholas's chest.
Her expression barely shifted.
Even those beautiful, aloof eyes maintained the lazy, nonchalant aura characteristic of her persona as The Panacea.
She simply stared at the massive screen in the suite.
She stared at the yellowing laboratory label.
A.W.S. Aria Wynn.
Her grandmother.
Then, Serena's gaze shifted to the pale blue serum.
That was the legacy her grandmother had left behind.
It was the very research prototype her grandmother had genuinely wanted to use to save lives all those years ago.
Her grandmother had dedicated her life to researching neural repair and congenital neurological defects.
She had studied how to give those tortured by illness a second chance at life.
But now, her grandmother's life's work was being blatantly paraded on a black-market auction block.
Packaged as a commodity to reshape lives and satisfy the filthy desires of the corrupt.
They were even using her grandmother's name as a gimmick to drive up the price.
A fleeting emotion flashed deep within Serena's eyes.
The arm wrapped around her waist subtly tightened.
The large hand resting over hers squeezed gently, his thumb rhythmically caressing her cool knuckles.
He didn't say a word.
Nor did he ask any questions that might arouse the suspicion of whoever was listening in.
He simply pulled her closer.
Offering her silent comfort through his lingering warmth.
Nicholas knew exactly how important Grandma Aria was to Serena.
She was the person Serena respected most in the world, someone whose legacy she would never allow to be profaned.
Serena slowly lifted her gaze to meet his.
Her red lips curved into a faint smile.



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