Chapter Thirty Eight : A Spy

"What do we do now? I mean, you heard what she said. Which option do we go for?" Jhea asked groggily.

I looked at her. She was standing in the middle of the room, I forced a smile on my face.

What the hell was she saying? Did Jhea actually expect me to yield to one of Doctor Faven's conditions? That would be crazy if that happened.

"We are not going to do any of Solomon Wroth Wis' demands. We will get through this without doing any of his demands," I said cautiously.

"So, what are your plans?" Sophie asked from behind me.

I turned around to see her, where she peacefully leaned against the dining room counter, her arms folded as she stared at me.

"It's simple. I think I will have to think one of the Solomon Wroth Wis. " I stated.

She stared at me silently, reminding me of her previous idea. Her idea was good, but there was literally no time to figure out all that.