Chapter 454 A Coma?

Eligos was livid. No, scratch that—he was absolutely furious. The heavy oak desk in his study groaned under the force of his fist slamming down onto it. Papers and pens scattered, and the neat stack of documents he prided himself on now resembled the aftermath of a tornado. “How does this keep happening?” he growled, glaring at the surface as if it had personally wronged him. His men had failed, again. Claire had slipped through their fingers, and Eligos was not one to take failure lightly. “Am I leading a team of circus clowns?” he muttered under his breath. Pacing the room like a caged tiger, his thoughts kept circling back to one thing: Claire Peterson. Did she really forget who Allan was? It was almost laughable. She’s the one who told Matthew to investigate him, Eligos thought bitterly. And now she’s acting like the name doesn’t even ring a bell. Eligos let out a bitter chuckle, though it lacked humor. “And this is the woman running Metacortex,” he muttered, the sarcasm drippin