Summer sneered, "I don't expect it's you."
But it was understandable. Douglas was young and immature, and was not as cautious and intelligent
as Leonardo, but he would never trust someone so easily.
Summer was deceived by Stanley back then. And Stanley was son to Lester. The son was so good at
deceiving people, then the father would be only better than the son.
Moreover, the whole world thought Lester was dead. But in fact, he didn't.
Lester smiled, "Ms. Summer, don't be so surprised. We should have met a long time ago. But
something unexpected happened, so I have to delay our meeting."
He paused for a while, as if he remembered something bad. He frowned and quickly recovered,
"However, although it's a little late, it doesn't matter."
"What do you mean we should have met a long time ago?" Summer asked him.
"It means that we are destined to meet." Lester looked at Summer with a very strange look. It looked
like he wasn't looking at a person, but an item he took fancy to.
Summer related his strange look to the laboratory she was in. The combination of both unsettled her,
and her face turned pale.
Lester was shrewd enough to notice the change of Summer's expression. He knew right away what
she was thinking.
"Just like Stanley said, you are a very smart girl." As Lester spoke, he gestured someone to fetch him a
chair.
Lester sat down beside Summer's bed, as if he wanted to have a long talk with her.
Summer had a guess, but she was not sure. She looked at Lester, saying nothing.
Lester said, as if they had known each other for a long time. "You know Stanley. He is the most
talented child I have ever seen in my life. He had a future ahead of him so great that even my own son
can't reach it."
"But he wants to kill me." Lester sighed, "It broke my heart."
Summer listened to Lester's chattering, knowing he was not a normal father.
She didn't believe that Lester was talking to her about his sons. Summer was impatient, "Just say what
you are going to do."
Lester's face changed instantly. Summer thought he might have some mental problems.
"Well, I expected to talk to you for a while longer. Forget it if you don't want to." He said superficially.
He gestured again and someone handed him a folder.
"Well, now we meet each other officially." Something fanatic moved in Lester's eyes, "Subject Two."
Summer knew what Lester was about to do had something to do with some kind of experiment.
And after what Lester said, she felt her hair stand on end.
Lester called her "Subject Two".
She was a subject.
"Ms. Summer," Lester said softly, "Don't be afraid. Although you are with physical disabilities, that just
makes you more valuable now. Isn't that good?"
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