Chapter 93 Hugo Hayes, Beast!

He himself chose not to remove his mask, so it was understandable that Daddy couldn't recognize him.

Yet why did he still feel a touch of disappointment and sadness?

Quinnie Doyle didn't know why he was feeling this way.

All he knew was that he couldn't hold on any longer, and, with a splitting headache, he fell into a coma...

"Mr. Hayes, the experiment will progress within the next hour."

The biologist had already immediately extracted Quinnie Doyle's blood and started the research as he spoke.

There was no control group.

The mortality rate was either zero percent.

Or.

One hundred percent.

Marcus Sharp pursed his lips, staring at the child lying motionless on the experimental table, feeling somewhat stifled.

Turning his head, Marcus Sharp looked back at the arriving Yves Zimmerman, "Have the finance team from the company send someone, and also find two top lawyers to see me in an hour."