Chapter 3

Blake flinched, startled by the murderous glint in my eyes, but quickly regained his arrogant smirk.

“Pay? What can a poor grunt like you make us pay?”

“Let me tell you, when my girlfriend gets here, you’ll be the first one she deals with!”

He seemed to have blind confidence in Chloe.

I couldn’t be bothered with him anymore. Saving the experimental data was my top priority now.

I rushed into the storage room, quickly put on a heavy, insulated hazmat suit, and, cradling a heavy backup coolant tank, stumbled towards the core reactor.

Through the thick observation window, I could see the device inside already emitting a blinding red glow.

“Bro, look at him! He’s dressed like a clown, so hilarious!”

Skylar laughed from outside, her face full of mockery.

Karen immediately pulled out her phone, snapping pictures of me to post on Ins, with the caption:

[My future daughter-in-law’s private island, even the staff are so unique, how cute~]

They had no idea they were standing on the brink of disaster, thinking they were watching a comedy show.

I gritted my teeth and opened the valve to the emergency injection port.

High-pressure liquid nitrogen instantly jetted out, the powerful recoil slamming me hard against the wall.

My internal organs felt like they’d shifted, my throat burned, and a mouthful of blood surged up.

But I dared not let go. I clung to the coolant tank, pouring the cooling liquid onto the rapidly heating device.

The alarm finally began to subside, and the temperature curve on the screen slowly started to drop.

Yet, despite all this, the twelve-year experiment was ultimately ruined.

I collapsed onto the ground like a ragdoll, not even having the strength to stand.

The visor of my hazmat suit was covered in a mixture of blood and sweat, blurring my vision.

I struggled to reach for my satellite phone. I had to report the situation to Chloe immediately.

But as I stretched out my hand, a foot clad in a polished leather shoe slammed down hard on it.

Blake looked down at me, his face full of disgust.

“Who are you trying to fool, playing dead? You made such a huge ruckus, it ruined my good mood!”

“Get up now and make us some food! I want Australian lobster, Kobe beef.”

“And open a bottle of ’82 Lafite for me!”

Listening to his shameless demands, I just felt a profound absurdity.

Lobster and steak? Why not dinosaur eggs while he’s at it?

“Get lost,” I rasped, forcing the word through clenched teeth.

“You dare curse at me?” Blake shrieked, enraged.

“Skylar, drag him out! Let him know who the real boss is here!”

Skylar grinned maliciously and stepped forward, grabbing a fistful of my hair, yanking me hard towards the exit.

A searing pain ripped through my scalp. My body scraped against the rough floor, every raw wound burning.

I fought with all my might, grabbing the corner of a nearby lab table, refusing to be dragged away.

“Let go of me! I am Chloe’s legitimate husband! If you dare touch me, you’ll regret it!”

Blake’s family stared at me, frozen for a few seconds, then erupted into thunderous laughter.

“Hahahaha! He says *he’s* Mr. Blake?”

Skylar laughed so hard tears streamed down her face. She pointed at me and said to Blake:

“Bro, has this guy watched too many sci-fi movies? Is his brain broken? Is he desperate to marry into a rich family?”

Karen looked at me like I was a lunatic, spitting in disgust.

“You, with that pathetic look? Wearing a shabby work uniform, hair like a bird’s nest.”

“And your face looks like a ghost! How dare you pretend to be Mr. Blake?”

“Before you lie, why don’t you go take a good look at yourself in the mirror?”