Chapter 17 - Racing Against the Clock
Our private jet roared down the runway of the small Michigan airport, lifting off into the dark night sky toward Chicago.
Inside the luxurious cabin, Genevieve sat beside the medical transit case, carefully preparing the intravenous dosages.
I held her hand tightly, feeling the warmth of her skin—a miracle I still could barely comprehend after two long years.
“How did Vane convince the world you were dead?” I asked softly, watching her precise movements with the medical needles.
“He faked my organ failure reports while I was under heavy sedation at the hospital,” Genevieve explained grimly.
“When you were forced to leave the room for administrative paperwork, his team swapped my body with a donor substitute.”
“He wanted my genetic code to commercialize synthetic longevity treatments for the ultra-wealthy elite,” she added.
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“I promised myself every single night that I would find a way back to you and our precious babies.”
I pulled her close, kissing her hair as the jet engines hummed with maximum power toward our destination.
