Chapter 885: Upcoming Storm.

The air inside the dimly lit room was thick with coffee and something else… something suffocating. No one spoke. Everyone inside the room stared at the monitor in front of them. Slowly, their faces turned grim, and their lips thinned. Then the video was soon cut off, the lights turned on, a signal that meant the video presentation was finished.

"She wants to destroy us?" A man whose voice didn't quite match his botoxed face asked. His thick Russian accent echoed inside the now silent room.

"She didn't say. But then again, we can no longer trust Harringfort. Not after what he did." Mr. Neeson responded. "There is no need to worry. What can a small Lily do to us?"

The Russian man snorted. "Her grandmother didn't give us all the information that we needed to complete the research. To assure the survival of her granddaughter it was only logical that she gave it to Lily. Now… we have seen the kind of madness that she did just because her husband was a little hurt."