Chapter 1267: Your Poison Has Struck! Haha!

The eyes beneath the mask revealed exhaustion and a deep-seated pain that was hard to describe.

She looked at Sylvia with an indifferent gaze, as if there was nothing in the world she cared for anymore.

Sylvia paused, instinctively wanting to smile at her, though she didn't know why.

She reached out to help Master Y up, and as she did, she noticed the exposed ankle due to the fall.

The slender ankle bore heavy marks, marks that were shocking to see, as if shackled for a long time.

Sylvia was startled, unable to believe her eyes. She recognized those marks… they were clearly from wearing shackles for a long time, similar to the marks left by rings on fingers.

As if sensing Sylvia's gaze, Master Y tugged at her pant leg, trying to cover the marks on her ankle.

In front of such a beautiful and graceful girl, she felt filthy and ashamed.

She instinctively wanted to hide her disheveled side, not wanting this girl to see it.

She was so beautiful, so poised, especially those clear eyes… If only her daughter could grow up to be this beautiful. She thought sadly but dared not say anything, not wanting to implicate this innocent girl because of her own situation. Lucille loved to vent her anger… Alas!

At this moment, two men in black had already pushed through the crowd and struggled to come over to support Master Y.

As Master Y stood up, Sylvia saw her other foot that had been hidden underneath. It was fitted with an electronic shackle, which had been concealed by her pants before.

Now, due to the unexpected fall, her ankle was exposed in front of Sylvia.

Sylvia looked at her in shock, disbelief written all over her face.

Lucille also rushed over with several people. Seeing Master Y and Sylvia standing face to face, she was instantly furious. "Get someone here quickly to escort Master Y away."

"Yes, ma'am." Her subordinates immediately responded and started pulling Y away.

Franklin came over with Jax, concerned as he looked at her. "Sylvia, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Master Y's body suddenly stiffened while walking ahead. Sylvia? Did she hear correctly? Was it her daughter Sylvia?

"Hurry up and move!" The man in black pushed her. "Do you want to make the lady angry?"

Y could only continue walking forward, but she couldn't help recalling the delicate face of the girl just now, her beautiful features. Such a pretty person.

Was she also called Sylvia?

How could she possibly be her daughter Sylvia? Where was Sylvia now? How could she appear in this place?

Impossible… In her mind, she only had the image of her daughter as a child. What did her grown-up daughter look like? She didn't know if she would ever find out in this lifetime. If she could ever see her daughter.

She should be about the same age as that girl now.

She smiled bitterly, tears of painful longing flowing uncontrollably.

Sylvia silently watched Master Y's thin back as she staggered away.

Lucille glanced at Sylvia with a hint of disdain in her expression. "Stop looking. No matter how you look, you can't surpass Master Y."

"I don't understand robots. I'm not in the same field as her; I just admire her," Sylvia replied calmly, unaffected by Lucille's provocation.

Lucille sneered coldly. "The robot suddenly went out of control. Miss Andrews really doesn't know why?"

Sylvia lazily looked at Lucille's face full of hostility. "I don't understand robots, so how would I know why it went out of control? Even your Crimson Team doesn't know; how could I, an outsider, possibly know? Lucille, you're asking the wrong person."

"Whether I'm asking the wrong person or not, Miss Andrews knows very well. Why pretend to be confused?" Lucille's expression suddenly turned icy, as if covered with frost. "So... I advise you not to play any tricks in the future; you can't fool me."

"You really asked the wrong person." Sylvia stared straight back at her. "Don't jump to conclusions just because there's a little commotion."

Lucille locked eyes with Sylvia's exquisite face and said slowly, "Then we'll wait and see."

With that, she left with a group of men in black.

The robot drama inside the venue finally came to an end.

The venue had long passed closing time but had remained open due to Master Y's presence.

Now that Lucille had left and the robot was fixed, everyone began to leave.

Sylvia and Franklin also got into their car to go home. The man turned his head slightly to look at her contemplative face and raised his eyebrows quietly. "What's wrong? You've been silent."

Ever since she helped Master Y up, she had been silent and seemed emotionally low.

"I..." Sylvia thought about the electronic shackle on Master Y's foot.

She couldn't help but share what she saw and her suspicions with him.

After listening, Franklin frowned and concluded. "So Y is a prisoner held captive by Lucille; she's just a prisoner."

Sylvia felt anxious inside. "Otherwise, why would she have an electronic shackle on her foot? That pervert Lucille must have tried every way to torture her, control her; she doesn't even need to pay wages anymore-saving directly. After all, Hogan Group relies on core technology for so many people. All of this is brought by Master Y."

"How can you ensure Master Y's loyalty forever? Ensure she never betrays? There's only one way: control her! Imprison her!"

Franklin held her cold hands tightly in his large palms. "Your hands are so cold; don't get agitated. Master Y doesn't seem well physically. So let's take it slow; we must plan carefully. Maybe she's cooperating with Lucille? Don't jump to conclusions; let's investigate properly."

"Yes." Sylvia nodded. She didn't want that gentle and cultured woman to suffer; they knew well what kind of tactics Lucille employed. "I just... don't know why seeing Y reminded me of my mother. You know my mother was also a very talented woman."

If her mother was also imprisoned because of her talent, forced into endless experiments or research without any human rights or freedom, Sylvia would go mad!

Seeing her painful expression, Franklin immediately understood and pulled her slender body into his arms, gently kissing her hair with his lips. "I understand your thoughts; I can relate. Darling, we can't be impulsive or alert them prematurely. Today you and Vaughn implanted a Trojan horse into the robot causing it to malfunction has already made Lucille suspicious; we must proceed cautiously, okay?"

Sylvia nodded heavily. "I know; I understand everything; I can't be impatient."

The couple returned home with their own thoughts; Franklin couldn't stay long and left for the presidential residence after sitting for a while.

As soon as he returned to his residence building, the president's call came through.

"Was today's robot sabotage done by Sylvia?"

Franklin didn't want to deal with him at all. "Father, if you're calling to pin blame on Sylvia, then I'll hang up."

"Hmph! Hogan Group can't collapse; if it does, our country's economy will suffer losses and setbacks. Don't go crazy with Sylvia; understand?" The president's tone was very stern. "If today's incident wasn't caused by her, that's best."

Franklin spoke sarcastically. "It wasn't her; robots are controlled electronically after all-malfunctions only prove Lucille's team is trash. You refuse to admit they're trash but think it's sabotage by others. Ridiculous!"

"Don't anger me; I'm still in the hospital!" The president said before abruptly hanging up.

Franklin looked at the phone screen as it dimmed and pulled off his tie before entering the bathroom.

Outside the window, the night was boundless and dark; sparse stars twinkled in the sky appearing lonely.

Master Y sat on the bed unable to sleep; memories of the girl's moment of helping kept replaying in her mind.

Her soft fingers, beautiful face-everything was so wonderful.

She couldn't help but substitute Sylvia's face for that of her daughter's childhood face.

Was it just psychological? She felt that girl vaguely resembled her daughter when young.

Tears streamed down her cheeks continuously; she missed her child too much and hated herself even more.

She missed her child deeply and hated herself more for not learning martial arts when teacher Landon suggested it back then-she didn't like it and didn't learn.

If she knew martial arts escaping from here wouldn't be too difficult now...

But... now she's powerless physically.

She sighed deeply preparing to turn over and sleep when suddenly an indescribable craving arose within-a yawn followed by another yawn began...

Tears uncontrollably flowed along with snot...

Cold sweat repeatedly attacked from behind; clutching abdomen rolling on bed began...

"No-I don't want! I can do it!"

Constantly giving herself mental encouragement yet ultimately couldn't resist physical pain discomfort...

That deep craving tortured survival impossible death unattainable...

"No-I can do it don't! Resist!"

At this moment room door was kicked open loudly-a woman walked over wearing high heels looking down triumphantly kicking Master Y who fell rolling on floor repeatedly saying "Look at yourself like begging dog wagging tail?"

Y raised head brain almost uncontrollably grabbed woman's pant leg saying "Give me... give me..."