Chapter 1267
What cruel irony. To be crushed not just by a Griffiths, but by the daughter of the woman he could never have—and another man.
Maybe this was the curse of every Griffiths man—to be denied everything they wanted to claim. A hollow laugh slipped past Miguel’s lips.
Back at the Harmony Estate, Elliana’s fingers hovered over the keyboard. Hearing his laugh through her link, she knew exactly what he was thinking.
“Feeling desperate?” Her voice was calm, cutting deep.
“You did this to others, Miguel—turned them into slaves for your ambition. You dreamed of ruling the world with your virus. Now that the tables have turned, tell me—do you feel regret?”
Miguel’s eyes darkened.
“I won’t let you win, Elliana.”
The words came out rough and trembling. He raised the gun in his hand and pressed the cold barrel against his temple.
Though Elliana couldn’t see what was happening on Miguel’s end, her chip monitored the changes in his brainwaves, allowing her to anticipate his actions.
When Miguel pressed the gun to his temple, Elliana knew he planned to pull the trigger. She didn’t blink. She pressed the small button hidden in her palm.
She beat him to it. Before his finger could squeeze the trigger, the chip’s routine kicked in.
One heartbeat, he was the defiant man ready to die rather than obey. The next heartbeat, his mind fell silent. Free will snapped like a twig. He stood frozen and blank, like a machine just turned on and waiting for instructions.
Elliana typed a quick command and spoke in a flat, steady voice.
“You are Miguel. You are my pet, and I am your master, Elliana. Do you understand?”
“I understand,” he answered, his voice drained of life.
“Good.” She smiled, thin as steel.
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“Three orders. No mistakes. No excuses. Will you follow them?”
“Yes,” Miguel said, obedient. The towering figure from moments ago had been reduced to a hollow echo.
Eva and Wanda gaped. Fear turned to disbelief. How had the man they trembled for become this?
Elliana ignored their faces and delivered her orders.
“First: destroy every chip and virus you created. No research may survive. Second: shut down every lab linked to those projects. Wipe all traces. Third: do not move from this spot. Someone will collect you.”
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