Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Four.

Hands dragged her into the room, covering her mouth with a cloth. Clara mumbled inside the cover in her mouth, struggling to get some free but her body weakened and she fell into a deep sleep.

Robinson got a call that the order had been carried out. He stood from his chair at that moment and strode off his office.

He arrived at the warehouse shortly and when his men and scientists saw him, they all trembled.

"What's the progress?"

He asked the chief scientist who ran up, bowing to him.

"We have successfully packaged 80 percent of the meds."

"Just eighty? The ceremony is tomorrow and we need to ship everything tonight"

Robinson growled and the Chief scientist flinched.

"Everything will be ready before sunset sir. The men are putting in all the work."

"They better be to avoid being sorry"

Robinson said walking away.

He resumed his supervision and by the time he was done, he was exhausted. He relaxed on a chair on the office and his ringing tone erupted.

"James. I was just about to call