Chapter 438 Mr. White, This Is What You Call a Sneak Attack
In fact, he had been hiding in the shadows all along, watching every move of the White family.
After finding the GeneCipher Society, he tried everything to get in, hoping to find an antidote to cure Benjamin.
But he was too useless.
No, more precisely, those idiots in the GeneCipher Society were too useless.
Not only did they fail to develop an antidote, they even lost the original injection sample, and everything had to start from scratch.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have needed to stay undercover here for so many years.
He let out a deep sigh, thinking about how he should go home.
As he looked up, he spotted the burn ointment on the coffee table in the living room, and an idea struck him.
He picked up the bottle and headed to the bathroom.
The person in the mirror no longer had the handsome face that everyone used to praise—only a cold mask remained.
The face hidden beneath the mask had long since become a festering mess, with barely any intact skin visible.
That face was rough and uneven, covered with tiny scars, like countless ugly worms crawling around—a truly horrifying sight.
He raised his hand, his fingertips gently touching his face, his heart filled with desolation.
The ointment Robert gave him came in a small bottle that looked delicate and refined, its surface gleaming softly under the light.
This ointment smelled different from ordinary ones sold outside—instead, it had a faint fruity wood fragrance.
Very refreshing and pleasant.
Magnus took a deep breath, dabbed some ointment on a cotton swab, and applied it to his face.
The moment the ointment touched his face, a cool sensation spread across it.
An indescribable comfort.
Magnus's gloomy mood finally calmed down a bit, and he quickly applied the ointment to all his wounds.
By the time he finished, it was already afternoon.
Because his mind had been preoccupied, he hadn't eaten lunch, and only now did he feel a bit hungry.
He made a phone call to have food delivered, then began organizing the information he had gathered earlier.
Besides Lachlan's information, he had also found out where the GeneCipher Society's current base was located.
They were indeed clever, having divided the GeneCipher Society members into several groups scattered across various corners of Celestria.
It had taken him great effort to finally locate several of the GeneCipher Society's hideouts.
However, he hadn't had time to send people to verify these locations yet.
Well, he'd leave these matters to the young people.
He believed Benjamin had the ability to handle it.
After organizing the materials, Magnus opened Benjamin's email and clicked send.
Having done all this, he leaned back in his chair and stared at the screen for a long time.
Not to wait for a response, but to think about whether what he was doing was right or wrong.
Before, he always thought the kids were too young and couldn't let them take risks, so he got used to handling everything himself.
But now, he had to admit—he was old.
Benjamin was smarter than he thought, and more decisive too.
In this regard, he was far superior to him.
As for Lachlan... when he got back, he would deal with him personally.
Benjamin slept for a long time. In his mind, countless scenes kept playing on loop.
These were his experiences from childhood to adulthood, one after another, all connected together.
He had initially resisted them, after all, his past wasn't exactly brilliant.
On the contrary, it was so dark it was almost suffocating.
It wasn't until he met Sophia that his life finally took a turn.
His world, once pitch black, was finally touched by sunlight.
Looking at all the moments he shared with Sophia, Benjamin couldn't help but smile even in his sleep.
Just then, a familiar voice seemed to sound in his ear.
"What are you dreaming about? You look so happy."
Benjamin keenly sensed a warm breath approaching his face and instinctively opened his eyes.
The moment he opened them, he met Sophia's lively, mischievous eyes.
His eyes were deep and dark, still carrying a hint of drowsiness from just waking up.
He stretched out his arm and easily pulled Sophia into his embrace.
Then he rolled over, pinning Sophia beneath him, his lips curving slightly: "Trying to ambush me while I'm asleep?"
"I wasn't!" Sophia immediately protested.
Then, quick as lightning, Sophia hooked her arms around his neck and kissed his lips.
Benjamin was stunned by her sudden move, then heard her say: "Now that's an ambush."
He laughed helplessly and gently tapped her nose with his finger.
"Naughty."
"Do you like it or not?"
"I like it."
He liked it very much.
Sophia happily cupped his face again and kissed him once more. "That's your reward."
"Thank you." Benjamin pressed his forehead against hers, their noses gently touching.
His eyes overflowed with tender affection, as if he could drown someone in such gentleness.
The two lingered for quite a while before getting out of bed.
When they came downstairs, they found several more people in the house.
Alaric, Matthew, Joshua, and Gregory had all arrived.
Sophia quickened her pace down the stairs, her eyes full of surprise: "Why are you all here?"
"I asked them to come."
Benjamin followed closely behind Sophia, his deep voice carrying a hint of coldness.
Sophia sensed something was off with his mood. "What happened?"
Benjamin didn't answer her question immediately. Instead, he nodded at the others as a greeting.
"Come upstairs with me. I have something to tell you all."
With that, he took Sophia's slender, soft wrist and headed upstairs.
The others exchanged glances, their eyes full of confusion.
Especially Joshua and Gregory, who were even more puzzled, not knowing what had happened.
Alaric looked up at Benjamin's retreating figure and said slowly: "Let's go upstairs first. Benjamin must have something very important to say."
From his understanding of Benjamin, something big must have happened.
Once everyone was in the study, Benjamin stood up and handed them the materials he had prepared.
One copy for each person.
Sophia suppressed her doubts and began reading.
When she saw the contents clearly, her pupils couldn't help but contract.
"This..."
Clearly, the others had seen it too, and their expressions weren't good.
Especially Alaric.
Like Benjamin, while he couldn't say he liked Lachlan's family, he definitely didn't dislike them either.
And... Lachlan, how could it be?
The Lachlan in his memory was a refined, gentle person with a mild temperament who never fought or competed for anything.
Even though Preston was disappointed in Lachlan, Lachlan always had his own plans.
Besides, everyone in the White Group had shares, even Amelia, who had long left the White family, had 3% of the shares.
So Lachlan definitely wasn't doing this for money.
Then what was his reason?
"You've all seen the materials. As you can see, Mr. Bryant... is Lachlan."
"Where did you get this information? Have you verified its authenticity? And this doesn't constitute actual evidence." Matthew analyzed rationally.
Benjamin nodded in agreement: "I've already asked Chase to investigate. We should have results soon."
If Lachlan really was the one behind harming him, he definitely wouldn't let Lachlan off easily.