Chapter 730: Hard Bargain I
The Incubus System Chapter 720. Hard Bargain I
Mrs. Clea's PoV
Mrs. Clea stood in the heart of the high official room with a sense of anticipation. Monitors, sleek and modern, surrounded her, displaying flickering images of shadowy figures perched high above. Their intense gazes bore into her, their eyes penetrating, as if they could see into her very soul. It was an intimidating sight, no doubt, but somehow Mrs. Clea had grown accustomed to it over time.
Dressed in her demon hunter uniform, Mrs. Clea exuded an air of authority. Long silver-streaked hair framed her face, and her eyes sparkled with a mixture of determination and caution.
The room fell silent as one of the shadowy figures spoke up. "I must admit, I was taken aback when I heard you had a change of heart and decided to lend your support to the Angel Creation Project," they said, their tone laced with a mix of surprise and skepticism.
The project itself had been given the code name "Angel Creation Project" by the senators, a rather grandiose title for what essentially boiled down to transforming a demon hunter named Renart into an angelic being capable of eradicating all demons. However, since Renart's untimely demise, their attention had shifted to a new candidate— his son, Ethan.
Mrs. Clea plastered a smile on her face, but her words conveyed a different sentiment altogether. "Oh, trust me, I'm just as shocked as you are that I've come to this decision," she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Unlike Nathan, who maintained a polite demeanor when dealing with the senators, Mrs. Clea had reached her breaking point. She had grown tired of their antics and games. Fortunately, she held a few trump cards of her own, which allowed her to maintain her position and wield some influence despite the countless clashes she had endured with them.
The room seemed to bristle with tension as another silhouette, clearly annoyed by Mrs. Clea's response, chimed in, their voice dripping with disdain. "Always rude, aren't you? It's quite apparent that you have no idea where you stand," they retorted, their words laced with irritation.