Chapter 1804: 435: Everything is responsive_2

Viola Thompson had no items in her hands, yet Terrence Lentz was carrying many small trinkets.

Sugar figurines, lollipops, little toys…

“Shall we go have a bowl of noodles?”

Viola stopped in front of a hot and sour noodle stall.

“Sure.”

Terrence nodded.

The two stopped in front of the noodle stall and began slurping noodles.

Whenever he was with Viola, Terrence would end up eating quite a bit of junk food.

If any members of the Marginine Organization were to see this, they would be utterly shocked!

Who could imagine that the usually high and aloof Mr. Chief would have such down-to-earth moments?

While eating,

Viola received a WhatsApp video call from Mandel Thompson.

She immediately clicked to answer, “Big brother.”

“Viola,” the face of Mandel Thompson appeared on screen, his face full of smiles, always gentle with his sister, “Where are you now?”

“I’m having food with Lentz.”

Saying this, Viola turned the camera to face Terrence.

Seeing the camera on him, Terrence immediately put down his chopsticks and sat up straight, “Hello, big brother.”

He couldn’t afford to lose his manners in front of his potential future brother-in-law.

Thus, in front of the Thompson Family, Terrence always made sure to maintain his image.

Seeing Terrence, the smile on Mandel’s face immediately vanished.

Who could like someone thinking about stealing their family’s cabbage all day?

“Are you with Viola?” Mandel asked.

Terrence nodded, “Yes, big brother.”

After a pause, Mandel continued, “Where were you today during the daytime?”

What he really wanted to ask was, where were you when Viola was in danger yesterday?

He was the type to ask directly, not beating around the bush.

Hearing this, Viola immediately flipped the camera back, smiling, “During the day, Lentz was right by my side, fighting together!”

“Really?” Hearing these words, Mandel was startled, “Really?”

“Of course, it’s true. Lentz is just low-key and didn’t want to appear in the news. But there is a photo of his back; you can check if you don’t believe me,” Viola said.

Mandel spoke again, “Pass the phone to him.”

Viola handed the phone to Terrence, “Big brother asked me to pass you the phone.”

Receiving the phone, Terrence, like a student facing a teacher’s question, said, “Big brother.”

Mandel coughed softly, fist to lips, “Thank you.”

Huh?

Terrence was stunned.

Mandel, a man who could be both humble and assertive, continued, “Thank you for being willing to face life and death with Viola.”

“Big brother, it’s what I should do,” Terrence replied.

Mandel nodded, a look of satisfaction in his eyes, “Pass the phone back to Viola.”

Terrence, relieved, quickly handed the phone back to Viola.

“Big brother.”

Mandel continued, “Viola, remember to come back early after you finish work. Mom and Dad miss you.”

“I know, big brother.”

“Alright, have fun, I’ll hang up now,” Mandel added.

“Okay, big brother, take care of yourself too.”

Feeling the care from his sister, Mandel was in a great mood, “Yes, I know.”

Soon, Mandel hung up the call.

After that.

Viola successively received video calls from Samuel Thompson and Edward Thompson.

Terrence was interrogated one by one.

Finally, after all the calls from his brothers, Terrence breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing his reaction, Viola laughed, “Lentz, why are you so nervous?”

“Was I nervous?” Terrence feigned relaxation.

Viola laughed even louder, “Lentz, you weren’t nervous at all; you were just sweating from your forehead.”

Terrence: “…”

Miss Thompson was truly becoming more mischievous.

However, facing his future brothers-in-law, he was truly nervous.

—

The P.D Plan was officially declared a failure.

Mason Grant, Professor Caston, and other main members of the laboratory were temporarily detained.

After all, the P.D experiment had cost over two thousand human lives.

Mason and Professor Caston sitting in the detention room, faces ashen as deflated balls.

A moment later, Mason turned to Professor Caston, “Professor Caston, do you regret it?”

Hearing this, the expression on Caston’s face became complicated.

He didn’t directly answer Mason’s question; instead, he countered, “What about you? Do you regret it?”

Mason nodded without hesitation, “I regret it. If I could do it all over again, I definitely wouldn’t make the same mistakes.”

And certainly not take part in a murderous experiment.

But now…

What use was regret?

With this thought, Mason sighed.