"I’m a Silver-class mber of this club..." Jimmy indirectly responded to my question about his presence here.
The Global Trade Union was a gathering ground for the world’s elite affluent. While many sought entry, the club maintained stringent mbership criteria, assessing factors like intelligence, wealth, capability, and social standing. Essentially, it served as a playground for the rich and powerful.
Jimmy subtly suggested to Dexter and that to uncover the truth, gaining mbership in this club was paramount.
"Entering this club isn’t a walk in the park," Jimmy remarked with a smirk. "In Huma, the only mber with a higher rank than mine is the enigmatic president of Crowdstar Group, who holds the coveted Gold class."
"Damien Coleman, the president of Coleman Group, is currently a Silver-class mber. He was endorsed by his mother, Lisa Smith."
Jimmy smiled as he continued, "Andy Black was among the top ten mbers of the club, representing Huma alone."
"Despite my father’s efforts to seek Andy’s recomndation, he consistently declined, leading my father to feel slighted. This caused a rift between them, so now my father takes pride in my achievent of joining the club."
This likely fueled the discord within the Blacks. After all, Martin was exceedingly ambitious and prideful, always striving to ascend the social ladder.
As far as I understood, the Global Trade Union held significant sway over the world’s economic landscape. Joining such an organization would grant us access to its influential networks and resources, undoubtedly expanding our opportunities.
It was fair to say that excelling in a particular field, whether it be dicine, science, or another domain, and securing mbership in the club, would elevate one above the average person. This was regardless of their prior obscurity or lack of possessions.
The club imposed strict criteria for its hierarchy, with its top echelon consisting of global tycoons often featured in the news. These individuals typically wielded imnse influence over their respective countries’ economic landscapes, shaping national economies.
Beneath these top-tier mbers, the club’s hierarchy comprised several levels, including Gold class, Silver class, and Bronze class.
Huma was among the world’s most economically influential countries, yet the only individual who managed to obtain the Gold class mbership was the president of Crowdstar Group.
Despite the Coleman family’s potential eligibility, I recalled Aunty Lisa ntioning the club with disdain before my reincarnation. She had specifically forbidden Damien from joining it.
What drove Damien to defy her wishes and join the club? Was it also to uncover the truth we seek?
"Who exactly is the president of Crowdstar Group?" I murmured.
Jimmy glanced at Dexter. "Dexter, did you sell Black Group to Crowdstar Group in hopes of securing a recomndation from the president for mbership in the club?"
Indeed, gaining entry to the club required a recomndation from its mbers and undergoing extensive assessnt.
Was this the motive behind Dexter’s involvent with Crowdstar Group?
"Honestly, your chances of entering the club without my help are quite slim, if not impossible." Jimmy’s words dripped with sarcasm and disdain. "The president of Crowdstar Group is an enigmatic and unpredictable character. I highly doubt he’ll recomnd you to the club just because you sold him Black Group. Why not let provide the recomndation instead?"
Jimmy’s tone brimd with confidence, indicating his belief that he was Dexter’s only viable option.
I chuckled and interjected with a cold edge, ’Without any tangible assets, you’re rely a Silver-class mber with the title of a business genius. Rather than relying on your recomndation, I’d prefer to collaborate with Damien. After all, he’s the president of Coleman Group."
Though I aid to undermine Jimmy’s confidence, he remained unfazed by my words. It appeared he was certain that Dexter wouldn’t seek Damien’s assistance.
"Setting aside my Dexter’s strained relationship with Damien, do you truly place your trust in the Coleman Group? Considering the close connection between Peter Jones and Lisa Smith... Peter has such a pivotal role within Geno Society. Is it possible that Lisa has no association with the organization?"
I was taken aback. Jimmy’s observation certainly struck a chord.
"Lisa knew all along that Sophia Milford was an experintal subject and the prized asset of Geno Society, yet she deliberately kept Sophia close, binding her with an engagent to her son... Essentially subjecting her to a cognitive experint."
Jimmy smiled at and continued, "Lisa Smith is a cunning woman. She orchestrated Sophia’s amnesia, her involvent with Damien, and even her demise from beginning to end."
It seed highly probable that Aunty Lisa was indeed a mber of Geno Society...
"No... it can’t be," I uttered with a hoarse voice, taking a step back in disbelief.
So, my amnesia from that car accident, Aunty Lisa’ decision to take in, my mistaken belief that Damien was the one who rescued , the alleged engagent, the tornt of our complicated romantic entanglent, and even Damien’s distrust in ... were all part of an experint?
Aunty Lisa had always been aware of everything happening within the Coleman family, yet she had done nothing to intervene. She even took away the pregnancy test confirming my condition, pretending as though nothing had happened...
Was it true that Aunty Lisa had no genuine feelings for and saw only as an experintal subject?
Did she also involve her son, Damien, in the experint?
"Haha... so, it was all fake. Completely fake!" I scoffed bitterly.
"The Coleman family can’t be trusted," Jimmy remarked, maintaining his confident smile. His deanor exuded intelligence and strategic planning throughout our conversation.
He was indeed sharp, possessing the self-assurance typical of highly intelligent individuals.
"Dexter, I’ll be waiting for your reply," Jimmy said, slipping his business card into Dexter’s hand before he left.
A few steps away, he turned back and addressed with a smile, "Stay alive, okay? You’re more valuable than you think, so please stay safe."
I clenched my fists, a shiver running down my spine.
His implication was clear. My existence was rely a subject of observation and research for the rich and powerful.
Those people watched like bloodthirsty wolves, scrutinizing my every move to see if I could overco the obstacles they set, if I could achieve the outcos they desired... It was all for their mass production plans.
I stumbled backward, feeling absurdly trapped. Jimmy’s words seed to crush my spirit.
Gradually consud by fear and confusion, I began to sense the presence of surveillance caras around . My breathing felt constricted.
"Sophia... "Dexter enveloped in his embrace. "Don’t let his words get to you. Stay strong."
I clung to Dexter’s shirt, my gaze darting nervously around us. Even the sight of passing strangers heightened my unease.
"Sophia..."
"I want to go ho, Dexter. Take ho," I choked back my fear and gripped his collar tightly, my breaths coming in ragged gasps. "Dexter... take ho."
They kept hidden away, shielded from their scrutiny. Who gave them the right to observe like so kind of lab rat? Who did they think they were?
I yearned to push back, to unleash my fury and madness building inside .
A searing pain shot through my head, driving to the ground as I clutched my hair.
I rembered... I rembered why I had lost control, why I had tried to hurt myself, why Dexter and I had fled, only to be recaptured by those people at the warehouse...
It was because I had overheard my parents reporting my growth and abnormal behavior to their superiors over the phone.
Unable to accept the truth, I spiraled into madness and attempted to flee.
I pleaded with Dexter to take away, to hide .
"Let’s go ho, Sophia. Let’s go ho." Dexter’s arms tightened around , his body trembling with anxiety.
He seed reluctant for to recall the past, fearing it would lead to hurt myself again if I refused to accept reality...
Yet, Jimmy’s words effortlessly dragged back into hell.
"Sophia!"
As my consciousness wavered, unbearable pain drove to my knees.
When I regained my senses, I found my hands covered in blood.
Unconsciously, I had scratched my own face, indulging in self-harm...
I lifted my head, staring grimly into the distance. I sensed soone watching .
"I will find you... " I murmured hoarsely.
I would find each and every one of them, and I would eliminate every single person who threatened Dexter and , one by one...
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