Chapter 1990

"Since Kingsley isn't saying anything, I have no valid reason to intervene, either," Chandler said. He represented not just himself but also the entire Destiny Corporation. A single misstep could have far-reaching consequences, so he had to take everything into consideration. He added, "You don't need to worry about it. I'll take care of it." … At a mountaintop in Miravell, a white convertible sports car sped through the wind and pulled up smoothly on the pavement. At the edge of the cliff stood a man in a black trench coat who had been waiting for some time. Kingsley got out of the convertible and walked straight to a spot three feet behind the man, then stopped. His gaze swept over the man and then stopped at the pentagram medal on the man's sleeve—an identification of Base X. "Are you from the base?" Kingsley asked, breaking the silence. Upon hearing this, the man turned and slowly took off his sunglasses. Beneath the sunglasses, the eyes were dark, sinister, and unfatho