Chapter 1174:

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Jax had intended to use Gracla as a mere pawn in his game—to stir trouble for Charlee and Marc, and to throw a wrench in this collaboration. His hope was that chaos would follow, giving him the upper hand.

Yet, in an ironic twist of fate, the fire that had threatened to burn everything to the ground turned out to be their unlikely savior, eliminating the bothersome anaconda skin that had caused so much trouble.

But as with all messes, someone had to bear the brunt of the blame.

The damage to the depository and the exhibitors affected by the incident needed someone to account for it.

Naturally, the mastermind behind the chaos would have to step forward to shoulder the consequences.

Charlee rose to her feet.

“Silvia, come with me,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “Let’s pay a visit to the police and casually share our little discovery with them.”

Curiosity tugged at her—she was eager to see how Jax would handle the fallout this time.

Silvia gave a nod, falling in step behind Charlee as they exited the private room.

Marc, ready to follow, was halted by a call.

“Mr. Harris, please wait,” Phil’s voice rang out.

Marc stopped, his expression darkening as he turned toward Phil, a slight frown etching his features.

Phil’s gaze was sharp, searching for answers.

“Back in the upstairs room,” Phil began, his voice probing, “did Cordell really only mention wanting to join the collaboration?”

There was something about Marc’s demeanor after descending from the upper floor that had seemed off. It wasn’t just concern for Charlee; there was more lurking beneath the surface.

“Was there something else?” Phil asked, his curiosity piqued.

gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝖼0𝗺, 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒽 𝒽𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝗈𝗇

Marc hesitated, the weight of the question hanging in the air. He was silent for a moment, considering his next words carefully.

Phil was the only person Marc could trust at this point, the only one who might lend a hand.

There was no point in keeping secrets now.

His lips parted, his voice low and steady. “Cordell has the last piece of the artificial nerve.”

He briefly outlined the two conditions Cordell had put forth.

Phil’s brow furrowed deeply.

Artificial nerve?

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