Chapter 1366
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“Go ahead.”
Shanley sat down beside her, his long, tailored legs elegantly crossed. His dark, icy gaze locked onto the crowd of reporters. “Report nothing but the truth. Understood?”
“Understood!”
“We understand!”
The reporters nodded frantically, finally realizing exactly why Mr. Schwartz had personally attended the “press conference.”
To back her up.
With him glaring at them like a hawk, no media outlet would dare write a single fabricated word.
“Mom, Dad.”
Juniper walked over to Theia and Silas, offering them a reassuring smile. “Let’s begin.”
“Alright.”
They nodded and sat side-by-side at the computer terminal. A massive electronic screen split in two, displaying different sets of data.
“Up there is my parents’ genetic data.”
Juniper sat casually on a high stool, tilting her exquisite chin upward, her cool voice echoing through the speakers. “Now, my parents will demonstrate exactly what kind of genetic combinations their DNA can produce.”
Following her cue, the couple’s fingers flew rapidly across the keyboards.
“???”
The onlookers watched as a blur of numbers and letters frantically cascaded across the screen.
Sure, everyone knew their ABCs, but strung together like this, it was just pure gibberish to them.
“After running extraction and recombination simulations, we mapped out nearly thirty viable outcomes.”
“The first six perfectly match the genetic sequences of my six older siblings.”
“These combinations align flawlessly with their current genetic makeup, proving undeniably that their genes have never been altered.”
“And the final one is mine. It is an exact match to my current genetic sequence.” “Miss Payne-“
“Zip it.”
Juniper frowned, glaring sharply at the reporter who dared to interrupt her. “Before you try to question this my parents’ genetic profiles have already been fully uploaded to the Internet. If any global geneticist doubts our findings, they are than welcome to run the comparisons themselves.”
The reporter was struck entirely speechless.
“Of course, these thirty
combinations are simply the highest probability outcomes. There are over ten thousand other possibilities which have all been uploaded online as well. Anyone interested can feel free to take a look.”
The gossiping spectators immediately pulled up the webpage, only to find their vision swimming.
Oh my god.
It was completely incomprehensible. Just looking at it made their heads spin. “This next graph is my personal genetic data.”
Juniper’s tone remained remarkably flat. “It is a flawless match with the sequence calculated from my parents’ DNA. With genetics this perfect naturally, why would I ever need modification?”
The crowd: “???”
Was she seriously just bragging about herself right now?
“Moving on to the second issue. Yes, my parents did work at the Albia Genetics and Biology Research Institute. But the moment they discovered the facility mtended to conduct tegal gene modification, they chose to leave immediately.”
“Because of that, they were hunted down. Not only did the institute want to use us seven siblings as test subjects, but they actively tried to assassinate my parents, going as far as orchestrating a shipwreck.”
“Everyone already knows the rest. My parents survived the wreck but were kidnapped, and all seven of us were scattered across the globe.”
The crowd erupted into hushed whispers.
They actually knew about that part. Jimmie’s highly publicized search for his family
had been front-page news for months.
“My father and mother possessed the brilliance to successfully execute the gene modification project. But for the sake of humanity, they chose to endure decades of torture rather than comply.”
“The scars on my father’s head are still there today.”
Juniper brought up a series of images. Alongside photographs of their horrific injuries, there was recovered security footage from Ghost Island depicting their brutal torture—all fully extracted by Cybernetic Shadows.
The footage clearly proved that they were held and tortured against their will.
Staring at the blood-soaked images, a collective chill ran down the onlookers’ spines.
“As for the third point…”
Juniper curled her lips into a faint, mocking smile. “With the first two cleared up, do I even need to explain the third?”
“If my siblings were genetically modified, why wouldn’t they have been modified to be a little smarter?”
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