Her Revenge Returns (Lea and Alfred)

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Marcus nodded at her. I received orders from above.”

Lea’s gaze showed a hint of curiosity as she studied him. He wore a white lab coat with the emblem Institute of Neurology 07 on the left chest, indicating his affiliation.

He came from the research institute, and 07 was his work number.

“The head of the Institute of Neurology sent me to handle this, Marcus said, pulling a small notebook from his coat. After a moment’s hesitation, he handed it to her.

Lea took it and opened it revealing neatly handwritten notes.

Marcus said, “This contains all my research efforts from the start of my career. Some of it has been published in journals and books, but most of it remains undisclosed”

“Oh!” She was intrigued. “It’s an honor to see this. She continued flipping through the pages, her eyes lighting up with amazement.

Most of the content towards the end was advanced research findings, requiring extensive validation before publication. Some parts involved special applications and would never be released publicly, making them very valuable.

Marcus watched Lea and was impressed.

She seemed to understand everything. These were new, specialized knowledge, filled with technical jargon that even his junior researchers might not grasp.

The top student of Conrad University, already with numerous research achievements, was a different kind of genius.

In a little over half an hour, Lea finished reading the notebook and handed it back to Marcus.

Before being confined to the asylum in her previous life, she had spent a year at the Institute of Neurology. She studied brain neuroscience. So, this content wasn’t entirely new to her and was easy to comprehend.

Marcus carefully put the notebook back into his coat pocket. It was his life’s work, a precious treasure.

“And then!” she asked.

He gave her a look, and they talked for another half hour before he left

Two days later, someone else came to see her. Then, the heavy door creaked open.

Lea sat on the mattress, looking up with deep, ethereal eyes at the man who entered.

In his early fifties, short and thin, with gray curly hair, he wore thick black–framed glasses that emitted a bluish gline. He exuded a strong researcher

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The man looked at her with a focused, intense gaze, as if he already knew her well.

Lea recognized his gaze. He had thoroughly researched her, so even though it was their first meeting, he wasn’t a stranger to her. He closed the door behind him, the creaking sound echoing.

“Miss Berry! Come and sit. His voice was blunt, his speech halting as if he wasn’t used to talking to people. He placed a gray folder on the table,

filled with thicknes

Lea stood up and walked over to sit at the long gray–black table. Two chairs faced each other, resembling the setup of a typical interrogation room. The light focused on her. While the man stood in front of her, his body partially in shadow. He looked at her with an imposing and authoritative presence, creating a sense of pressure.

In this detention room, it was impossible to tell if it was day or night outside or to perceive the passage of time. This unrelenting environment aimed to pressure Lea’s rationality and will, putting her at a disadvantage. These were all interrogation acties,

The higher–ups sent me, the man said, still half–turned, watching her sideways.

Lea looked at him calmly. Every response, every glance, every slight movement she made would be accurately interpreted by him.

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After a moment of silence, Lea said, “The higher–ups?”

The man replied, “Miss Berry, are you not aware of your current

ent situation!”

“Not entirely, but I do not know what kind of institution this is. A legitimate institution wouldn’t operate like this. I even suspect this is an illegal

organization.”

“Miss Berry, you have quite the sense of humor, trying to divert the attention

Lea responded with a faint smile.

In the dim light, his gaze turned cold.

After a moment, he continued, “Due to the special nature of your case, it is handled by a special organization. Otherwise, who would dare arrest you and the executives of Riverview Hospital in broad daylight?”

Lea’s expression grew serious, confident, and calm. “We have not conducted any illegal research.”

“But Miss Berry, the police have already found evidence, and your people have confessed.”

“Who confessed?”

“Yannis.” He stepped forward, opening the folder and taking our Yannis’s confession and photos

In the photos. Yannis was covered in injuries, his eyes filled with pain and despair, looking completely broken.

Lea asked. “You beat him to force him to confess

The man replied. “In formal interrogations, all interrogation departments may use appropriate methods to succeed. Special organizations can use special methods.”

His tone grew colder with the last sentence, implying that they could use any means necessary against detainees, hinting at the potential cruelty.

He placed his hands on the table. leaning forward. The light above cast his shadow on the table, creating overwhelming pressure,

Lea leaned back in her chair and smiled mischievously. “What kind of evidence is this? Her tone was more mocking.

“And what about these?” He pulled out more evidence from the folder. laying them out one by one in front of her. This is Charles’s. This is Sean’s This is Vincent’s. And then there’s Trenton’s. He was arrested the next day.”

“Miss Berry, you truly are remarkable, managing to uncover such talents for virus research,” he said, his eyes glinting with excitement, like someone who had discovered a treasure. This was the thrill only a peer in the field would understand.

The table was now covered in evidence.

Under the light, Lea stared at the documents and photos of the professors. Her expression grew angrier.

“But none of this is true.” Her tone was firm.

The man said. “This was extracted from their interrogations, absolutely true,”

“But it’s not true!” Her voice rose sharply, losing control. With a sweep of her hand, she knocked most of the evidence onto the floor. “This is not the truth.”

The man replied. “This evidence was obtained through legal interrogation methods and is admissible in court

“Impossible…” Lea’s voice was filled with disbelief. She tried to stand but sat back down, unconsciously running a hand through her hair. Her emotions were volatile and she seemed

somewhat out of control.

People who have been confined for so long often become imuable and quick to anger.

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