Chapter 502 bA /bBattle of Minds

Chapter 502 A Battle of Minds

Stone quickly realized something–White didn’t actually want his father toe.

He tested the waters. “What’s wrong? Don’t want to see your father? Don’t want to disappoint him? If you cooperate now, there might still be a chance to change how this ends.”

White let out a sharpugh and looked at Stone like he was an idiot.

“You’re not even close to Jonathan when ites to ying mind games.

Stone hadn’t expected him to be stirring the pot even now.

“I’m justying out the facts,” Stone replied, arms crossed. “The choice is yours. Whatever you decide, it’s on you.”

White sat there silently for a long time before suddenly saying, “I want to see Jonathan.”

Stone raised a brow. “He’s not someone you can just see whenever

Still, after the interrogation, Stone made the call.

Jonathan answered without hesitation. “Sure. Let’s meet.

you want.”

White was a high–priority detainee, so visiting him wasn’t easy. Luckily, Jonathan wasn’t just anyone. The arrangements were quickly made.

The next afternoon, Jonathan arrived at the facility where White was being held.

Security was extremely tight to prevent any chance of a breakout.

As Jonathan arrived, he spotted Maddoxing out.

It was the first time the two had crossed paths since their fallout.

Maddox saw Jonathan and Stone from a distance. He hesitated, then silently turned and got into a car.

“What was he doing here?” Jonathan asked.

“He’s here representing the Department of State.”

Stone’s tone dropped. After all, Maddox had once been a close friend–now they were on opposite sides.

iThe /iiDepartment /iiof State/ii? /i

Jonathan narrowed his eyes. Maddox worked for the Office of Personnel Management, not State.

He ran the possibilities through his mind as he passed security and was finally led in to meet White.

“We meet again,” White said with a smile. “You really are something. I lost this round fair and squareb./bb” /b

He let out a sigh.

.

b“/bbWe /bshould’ve been friends, you know. I’ve always admired you.”

White went on. “Your research saved me years of detours. It was nothing short of miraculous

Jonathan and White were being monitored.

Hearing White’s words, Stone’s heart skipped a beat. He was worried that someone would use this bagainst /bJonathan.

And White wasn’t finished. “The drugs on the ck Market? They all stemmed from your bearly /bbresearch/bb! /b

He leaned forward. “It’s incredible–your base forms became the foundation for all sorts of bbanned /bsubstances. I’ve tried for years to get you to join us. What a shame.”

He shrugged with exaggerated helplessness. “Too bad you’re impossible to recruit.”

Stone wasn’t the only one listening. There were others monitoring the feed too.

Someone finally muttered, “He’s just saying this stuff out loud? Doesn’t he care who hears?”

Stone snorted. “He’s a foreigner. This doesn’t break any of theirws. Theirbs bare /bout on the High Seas. And their drugs never spread widely in our country.”

Everything came from the ck Market. Who could really touch him?

But Jonathan–he was a different story. His status was family.

well known. He was now the head of the Wynn

If this conversation leaked… Stone could already imagine the firestorm it would cause online.

The Wynn family held immense economic influence. If anything happened to their reputation, the ripple effect on the entire country would be severe.

It all depended on how ruthless their enemies, were willing to be.

Just as Stone’s worry reached its peak, Jonathan finally spoke.

“A knife can kill, but it can also save lives. It depends on how you use it.”

He continued, “I researched those things to push the boundaries of medicine. I never imagined you’d steal it and twist it into something that drives people insane.”

Then he added, “It’s been over ten years, and you’re still just evolving off my work? No real breakthroughs?

with that kind of track record?” And you

can recruit me think you

Jonathan’s voice dripped with contempt. “Anyone with half a brain wouldn’t work with you. Le -you’re just not that good.”

The surveince room fell silent.

So did everyone listening to the live feed.

Only Stone cracked a small smile.

honest

He couldn’t help but think–ssic Jonathan.

Still as sharp–tongued as ever. No one cut deeper.