Chapter 512: Bombshell?

Chapter 512: Chapter 512: Bombshell?

Frost Shaw was chatting with Roman Rowe when his eyes flickered, and he spotted Lily Hart walking in. Her white, fluffy earmuffs made her whole face look even more delicate and petite.

"Where’s Frederick Shaw?" Lily Hart asked in a hurry.

"What’s wrong, Lily?" Frederick Shaw peeked out from behind a shelf, responding eagerly.

Lily Hart’s eyes lit up. "Come with me." She grabbed him and started walking, leaving Frederick Shaw utterly baffled.

Frost Shaw and Roman Rowe were just as baffled. They exchanged a look and hurried after them. The group arrived at the RV, all looking at each other in confusion.

Frederick Shaw was pushed into a chair by Lily Hart, who then yanked down the zipper on his jacket.

"L-Lily, what’s going on?" Frederick Shaw, not understanding, subconsciously pulled his jacket closed again.

"What’s wrong?" Frost Shaw stepped forward, gently pushed Lily Hart’s hand away, and took it upon himself to remove Frederick Shaw’s jacket.

"Should I take off more?" he asked Lily Hart.

Lily Hart nodded fiercely. "Yes. Take it all off."

Frost Shaw’s hands froze for a moment before he continued to remove the shirt underneath. He stopped when only a short-sleeved T-shirt remained. "That’s enough, that’s enough," Lily Hart said, satisfied.

Frederick Shaw trembled, not from the cold, but from a strange sense of panic.

He watched as Lily Hart took out a set of unfamiliar equipment. From it, she pulled out an extremely fine needle, which was connected to a transparent, arm-length silicone tube.

The end of the silicone tube was attached to a glass test tube. It looked like she was about to draw his blood, skin him alive, and eat his tendons.

Frost Shaw asked, "What are you planning to do?"

Lily Hart replied nonchalantly, "I’m just drawing some of Fred’s blood for research."

Frederick Shaw instantly relaxed. ’At least she’s not trying to kill me.’ Given the attitude of Frost Shaw and Roman Rowe, even if Lily did want him dead, those two would probably kill him without hesitation and present his corpse to her with both hands.

He proactively held out his left arm. "Here, go ahead."

His heroic, self-sacrificing demeanor made the other three chuckle. Lily Hart pinched his cheek. "Alright, alright, don’t be in such a rush."

She placed the blood-drawing kit next to Frederick Shaw’s hand, then tapped a few times on her Light Brain.

An iodine cotton swab circled the area below Frederick Shaw’s elbow, leaving behind a light brown mark.

A silicone tourniquet floated up and, with a SWISH SWISH, tied itself around Frederick Shaw’s arm below the elbow. The needle, as if it had a mind of its own, precisely and swiftly found a vein and pierced the skin before anyone could get a clear look.

Bright red blood flowed through the transparent silicone tube, dripping into the clean glass test tube until it was half full, then it stopped.

The needle slid out smoothly. Lily Hart immediately pressed a cotton swab over the spot and ordered Frost Shaw, "Put a stopper in the test tube."

Frost Shaw did so at once.

Lily Hart stored the test tube in her space, then told Roman Rowe, "You take over. Just apply pressure until it stops bleeding."

Roman Rowe did so at once.

But the three men were staring at her, completely baffled. Frost Shaw, acting as their representative, asked, "What are you doing with Fred’s blood? Is it for something important?"

Lily Hart didn’t answer, simply patting Frederick Shaw’s head. "Eat lots of meat tonight. We’ll get your strength back up."

Seeing that she wasn’t going to answer, Frost Shaw and Roman Rowe didn’t press the issue.

After soothing Frederick Shaw’s rattled nerves, Lily Hart rushed off again. As soon as she was out of the RV, she pulled out a small electric scooter and hopped on.

She sped toward Central Command, humming a tune: "Just run wild, run wild with me, don’t overthink it, ’cause blind devotion’s not a crime..."

Soon, she reached the research institute and found Elliot Chapman wandering around inside. He seemed extremely satisfied with the place.

Seeing Lily Hart arrive, he teased, "Back so soon? Did you bring the bombshell you mentioned?"

Lily Hart pulled out the test tube and solemnly pushed it into his hands. "Study this blood carefully. See what it can do and tell me when you have results."

Elliot Chapman was a bit confused, but he obediently took it.

He stored it away carefully. The moment he looked up, all he saw was the back of Lily Hart as she stylishly rode away on her electric scooter.

He couldn’t help but wonder, ’Whose blood is this? Why does Boss Hart want me to study it? But no matter the reason, I’m sure it’s for something important.’

He immediately returned to his lab and began his research on the vial of blood.

Lily Hart returned to the lottery shop. Rushing back and forth had left her so exhausted that she collapsed onto the sofa.

It was 4:30 in the afternoon, almost time for dinner. The thought made Lily Hart’s mood improve a tiny bit.

She lay there comfortably for a while longer. Then, the people in charge of cooking today arrived. Stan Sterling and Seth had just returned from the market, carrying bags of all sizes.

She didn’t budge, still sprawled comfortably on the sofa.

She just called out in a loud voice, "What’s for dinner tonight?"

Stan Sterling and Seth each listed a few of their specialty dishes. Almost all of them were Lily Hart’s favorites, and she nodded in satisfaction.

She waved at them. "Go on, go on. I’m getting hungry."

Hearing this, the two of them immediately quickened their pace. ’Did you hear that? Boss Hart is hungry! Move, you damn hands, move! Don’t let her go hungry!’

They worked quickly, but the quality of their cooking was still guaranteed.

When Lily Hart saw the last few dishes being brought to the table, she dutifully climbed off the sofa and followed the aroma.

She sat down in her usual spot, and a sumptuous dinner began.

Because she was quite tired today, Lily Hart felt both exhausted and famished. The moment she sat down, she started wolfing down her food.

Seeing this, everyone felt a pang of sympathy. Those sitting close to her kept putting more food on her plate.

Those farther away offered words of concern and worried glances. In short, everyone was both sympathetic and concerned.

Lily Hart looked up and met the deep, intense gaze of Leo Colby from across the table.

It seemed to contain a thousand unspoken words, but she couldn’t decipher them, nor did she have the time to try.

Next to him, Owen Warren was chewing on his food while staring intently at her.

Lily Hart realized everyone was watching her. She asked, puzzled, "You guys... Eat your food. Why are you all staring at me? I know I’m good-looking, but..."

Cynthia Whittaker laughed out loud. "What were you doing at Central Command today? You look completely starved."

The moment Lily Hart heard the word "starved," she couldn’t help but shovel another mouthful of rice into her mouth.

"Don’t even get me started. I went there first thing in the morning, only had a bowl of malatang, and I’ve been busy ever since... I didn’t even have time to eat. I’m starving to death!" Lily Hart said pitifully.

"Oh, you poor baby." Cynthia Whittaker patted her head.

She peeled a few boiled shrimp for her, dipped them in sauce, and placed them in her bowl. "Eat up, eat up."

Lily Hart nodded vigorously and devoured the shrimp in a few bites. ’The feeling of a completely full mouth is pure bliss!’

Roman Rowe was scrolling through his Light Brain while eating, his eyes growing wider and wider.

"Whoa, Boss Hart, you’ve been busy making big moves on the down-low again! Central Command has buses now, and shared electric scooters!" Roman Rowe was genuinely impressed.

Lily Hart waved her hand dismissively. "It’s nothing."

"Nothing?" Roman Rowe’s jaw dropped. "Do you have any idea how significant this is?"

Lily Hart shook her head honestly. She just wanted to make it more convenient for everyone to get around.