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Chapter 770: You got a visitor

Chapter 770: You got a visitor

[Lyon Group: Secret Floor]

Heaven reclined in her chair, engrossed in the voices playing through her earphones.

"Who’s this?"

"It’s me!"

"You need to say more than that for me to know who you are."

"It’s Heav—"

Heaven held her breath at the familiar voice, recognizing it as the constant companion of her life.

"Hello?" The man in the conversation was Leo. "Are you still there? Is this a prank call? Ouch."

"Hello? Are you still there?" he called again, confusion evident in his voice at the sudden quietness.

A prolonged silence followed before the woman spoke again, addressing someone else.

"What are you doing here?"

"Who?"

"Because I missed you."

Heaven felt a sudden shock as another voice from the same line reached her ears. The voice was faint, but unmistakable — Dragon.

"That damn fool," she muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose in distress.

Thanks to Dominic, who relayed every piece of information, including Leo’s call logs, she had intercepted this call. To the authorities, it might seem inconsequential, but for Heaven, it was a revelation.

"That stupid... stupid thing," she grumbled, glancing at the monitor. She breathed out, corners of her mouth curling in ridicule. "So... my body... huh?"

This seemingly innocuous phone call meant everything to her. It confirmed her body’s existence and that she, the real Heaven Liu, was still alive. Moreover, it revealed that Heaven, now inhabiting Hera’s body, was in Dragon’s custody. Lastly, Dragon was the mastermind behind Leo’s disappearance, and this call held the key.

Heaven balled her hands into tight fists, fiery eyes almost burning holes into them. Her heart thudded against her chest, thoughts swirling until a piercing sound jolted her.

"Hah!" She sprang from her seat, slamming her hand on the desk.

The control room turned to her with puzzled expressions. Ignoring them, Heaven let out a mocking laugh, working on the computer without sitting. She deleted everything, securing a file beyond easy access, then grabbed her jacket and sprinted out without a backward glance.

******

[Maximum Prison]

Silas leaned against the door, waiting for the food delivery. His eyes landed on Primo, idly reading the bible on the lower bunk.

’The bible isn’t effective,’ he thought, his tongue faintly snapping.

Since their arrest, Silas and Primo shared a cell. It was a nightmare for Silas. Despite his fighting skills, Primo’s experience made Silas his unwilling subordinate. Just like right now, Primo was idly reading in bed while Silas had to wait for their food.

"What’s the point of reading the bible if you don’t understand its message?" Silas spoke, eyes on the guarded window. "You’re just fooling yourself."

Primo smacked his lips, eyes on the man by the door. "It helps me kill time. Be grateful I’m reading it. Otherwise, my undivided attention would be on you."

"Tch." Silas hissed as he glared daggers at the man.

"Anyway, I took the liberty to sign us up for a bible study. According to the bible, it’s not too late for you to be saved." Primo nodded reassuringly, only to pause after a moment of contemplation.

"Never mind," he changed his mind, waving dismissively. "Just be a prick. You already failed the Ten Commandments. There’s no hope for you."

"Hah... psycho." Silas scoffed, refocusing on the window. A figure approached, and his stomach grumbled in anticipation of the prison food.

Prison food was barely edible. It sucked, and it was disgusting. However, these were the only food that could sustain them. Therefore, even when it was pure garbage, the thought of it made his stomach roar.

"Oh, right," Primo remembered. "Ask for an extra portion. This body is my temple, and I have to take care of it."

Silas scrunched his face, but before he could respond, Primo added, "If you don’t, I’m eating yours. Entiende?"

"Damn," Silas hissed, and he tried to negotiate for extra food. Yet, the person in charge not only ignored him but spat at his food defiantly.

Silas should have known that requesting extra food was futile. The portions here were standardized to ensure equality among prisoners. Despite the inevitability, he tried his luck, only to receive a tray tainted with someone else’s saliva.

"What’s with that face?" Primo eagerly stashed the bible away, ready to eat on the floor. "It’s just spit."

Silas ran his tongue across his inner cheek, observing Primo grab their silicon cutlery and devour the meal without a hint of disgust.

"You’re going to eat that garbage?" he asked, eliciting a nonchalant hum from Primo. "Did you see the person in charge of food delivery today? The man’s teeth were decaying."

"So what?" Primo, chewing with his mouth full, shot a nonchalant look at Silas. "This is prison food. Even without the spit, the kitchen staff here are unsanitary. Who knows? There’s probably pee in here as well."

"Damn!" Silas cursed through gritted teeth, but Primo continued eating.

"Stop being a wimp and just eat," Primo said, swallowing without much chewing. "Though that’s only your portion. I’m still hungry and I’m not sharing."

Silas glanced at the remaining food on his tray, sighing deeply. Mealtime often triggered memories of the past. Even when he was abroad, he didn’t have to consume garbage to survive, thanks to those who "secretly" supported him, allowing him the luxury of enjoying real food.

This might not be actual food, but it was all they had.

"Damn it," he whispered as he reluctantly picked up the paper plate. Opting to use his hands instead of the soft and annoying silicon spoon, Silas prepared to consume the less-than-appetizing meal. Before he could take a bite, a loud knock echoed from the door.

Silas and Primo instinctively turned their heads toward the door, where the officer peered through the guarded window.

"Rossi, you’ve got a visitor. Come up here and continue your meal in the visitation lounge."

Deep lines appeared between their brows as they looked at the officer on the other side of the door. A visitor? They wondered, knowing they weren’t allowed to accept visitors at Dominic’s behest.