Chapter 575
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As the door opened, she was met with a gaunt, sickly face.
Flynt’s once shoulder-length blond hair was now cut short in soft waves, softening his features. But his lips were deathly pale, and he exuded an air of fragility.
If this hadn’t been his home, Aria wouldn’t have recognized him if they’d bumped into each other on the street.
Flynt stepped aside, gesturing inward. “Ms. Saxon, please come in.”
Aria stepped inside, her expression unchanged.
The curtains were drawn tight, leaving the living room completely unlit.
Aria quickly scanned the room by the faint hallway light, spotted the light switch, and walked toward it.
Suddenly, Flynt seized her wrist. “Ms. Saxon, I’m photosensitive-please keep the lights off.”
The spot where he gripped her wrist felt burning hot.
Aria withdrew her hand coolly. “Understood. Release me.”
Flynt released his grip. Aria walked over and took a seat. “Show me the chip data,” she said.
Flynt settled into the seat across from her with a wry chuckle. “Ms. Saxon, not even a shred of concern for strangers, huh?”
Most people, seeing him in that condition, would have at least asked if he was alright.
But she simply ignored him.
‘How hurtful,’ Flynt thought.
Aria looked up coolly. “We’re not on those terms for small talk, Mr. Hartley. Let’s not waste time.”
“As you wish, Ms. Saxon,” Flynt said, taking out his phone, pulling up the file, and handing it to her.
Aria took the phone, her fingertips gliding across the screen.
The screen’s glow illuminated her face.
Her long lashes cast a shadow over her eyes, softening the usual chill in her gaze and lending her features a sense of unexpectedly gentle innocence.
Aria looked up. “What are you staring at?”
As she looked up, the chill in her gaze deepened.
Flynt smiled and said, “Ms. Saxon, you look familiar. Maybe we’ve met somewhere before.”
Aria scoffed, “Mr. Hartley, resorting to such cheesy pickup lines just for your pathetic experiment?”
Flynt said, “Ms. Saxon, you’re not like most people-I’ve got to try every trick in the book, just in case one works.”
Ignoring his gaze, Aria kept scrolling through the documents.
Flynt added reassuringly, “Ms. Saxon, no need to worry. The chip in Tristan Todd’s abdomen is the original prototype- nowhere near as advanced as the current models. The surgery has a 100% success rate.”
chip implanted in Tristan’s abdomen.
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With this data, combined with the intel she’d gathered, Aria could prevent the self-destruct mechanism-even if it was triggered.
Without a word, she finished reviewing the information on her phone and set it back on the table. “When is the surgery
scheduled?”
“Up to you,” Flynt said. “Anytime after a week works.”
“Understood,” Aria rose and turned to leave.
Flynt rose and followed her, calling out, “Ms. Saxon…” just as she stepped through the doorway.
Aria paused and turned her head slightly. “Anything else?”
Flynt’s eyes darkened. “I trust you won’t leak the data on this chip, Ms. Saxon.”
“You’re overthinking it, Mr. Hartley. I don’t have that kind of memory,” Aria said coolly.
“Goodbye, Ms. Saxon,” Flynt said.
Watching Aria’s figure disappear around the corner, Flynt pursed his lips. He turned abruptly and strode into the living room. flipping on the lights.
He stood frozen in place.
After a long moment, a faint, self-deprecating laugh escaped Flynt’s lips in the empty living room.
As Aria stepped out of the lobby, she caught sight of Owen’s car pulling up outside.
Aria walked over and asked with a hint of surprise, “You’re off work this early today?”
“Finished up my work,” Owen said as he shut the car door. “Did he give you any trouble?”
Aria shook her head. “No. Let’s go home.”
“Alright.” Owen smiled.
As soon as they got home, Aria went straight to the study, turned on her computer, and started typing away.
The document kept filling up with text, and she even sketched out several diagrams.
Once she was done, Aria sent out the files.
The surgery was scheduled for late November.