Of course, the condition for the receiver was quite strict. The person must have all her previous memories completely erased and must not be unwilling or on guard against the transfer of the new memories. 

The current case conformed with the saying, there would be no rules if not for the need to regulate lawbreakers. 

Without a precedent, Chris, of course, would not take the initiative to research the matter. AIs of the first hundred was a proactive bunch, but even they would not voluntarily spout knowledge not related to their current situation. As a result, the half-host was very surprised that such a thing could actually happen, unaware that all this time this key intel had kept him away from the person he held dearest three years ago.

'This blonde woman is not herself then? Hmmm... Does it mean, it is like a soul is inhabiting an empty sh.e.l.l?'

He narrowed his eyes at the woman but didn't speak. The man was quite amazed, but it was not to the point that his mouth would be forced to open. 

He stood up from his seat and walked towards the window. With his arms crossed, he fell into deep thoughts. 

'So is this why Sofony Silver is wary of the woman? Still weird. We all had our AIs test her and she came out clean, probably because her 'memories' are authentic. If Sofony is being cautious, it only means she discovered a conspiracy, or one way or another, the original memories could perhaps be...'

The man's face turned expressionless. He didn't know what to think about his guesses.

Behind him, Maila Asuncion began squirming her body due to the uncomfortable ropes and the middle-aged man immediately took notice of it. 

The woman flinched from being looked at. As a member of the fairer s.e.x, she felt wronged being treated like this but knew that if even her friend Sofia couldn't save her, then there was nothing else to count on. 

'Seduction, perhaps?'

The idea was instantly erased from her mind. The other person in this rented bungalow seemed to be gay. If not, how come he was not interested in her beautiful Western features and gorgeous body? She was also a celebrity, and many men wanted to bed famous ladies like her the most. 

The blonde was so engrossed in her self-pity that she forgot to consider the man could probably have a wife or a lover to be faithful to. 

Since nothing else would work, she could only resort to lip service. Yet even flatteries and sweet-talks did nothing! 'Really gay! d.a.m.n!'

"Respected Sir, please, believe me, I have already told you everything I know." The helplessness in her tone made way into the middle-aged man's ears. 

He turned around and walked towards her, stopping only a yard away. With her seated on the floor, the man seemed to be looking down on her, towering too. She gulped. 

"Respected Sir?"

The woman's eyes bulged out when out of a sudden, the one before her took out a gun and played with it for a few seconds. There was an expression of discontent on his face as if he was unhappy with the weapon or slightly not used to it. Naturally, what crossed her mind had nothing to do with her guesses. 

Using a rough and unfeeling tone, he asked, "Who are you?"

The fearful look on Maila's face intensified when he pointed the barrel of his gun at her forehead. She backed away, her body trembling. When she tried to speak, her voice shook, "S-Sir, I-I am Maila. Maila Asuncion!"

'Hmm...'

With knitted brows, he repeated his question. And when he still got the same answer, 

"BANG!" 

"AAHHHHHH!" In a split-second, the woman tumbled down, curling her s.h.i.+vering body sideways as she had her bound hands clutched on her bleeding left knee. 

The culprit nonchalantly pulled the trigger again before saying, "It seems you are actually a fairly high-ranking person in the organization. The additional layer of memories is your protection. No hypnotism nor mind-control will work on you so the secret will be very secure. Heh. If so, then can I only bet on near-death state to bring out the real you?"

The blonde woman momentarily stopped crying for the pain from both her knees. The danger she felt from the man's demonic grin was too much, she just wanted to disappear from there. For that while, she hated Sofia for discovering her... and hated the world for letting her fall to this predicament. 

"R-respected Sir, I-I don't really know what you're talking about. Please, please, spare my life!" She cried hard. 

"Heh. Stupid. You're already dead. Why else would your memories be in somebody else's body. Ouch, do you even understand what I'm saying? Hmm. Probably not. Hahahahahaha. Poor you. But no worries. I think once I make the real owner of the body surface from the depths of your brain, you will also be liberated and sent to where you should belong!"

Maila could see the seriousness and craziness in the demon's face. She was truly scared. She was more afraid than when she was stuck in that dark and G.o.d-forsaken place, waiting for tortures.

The fear came from deep within her soul, resonating and agreeing with his words... that if she really got brought to a near-death state, 'Maila Asuncion' would just vanis.h.!.+

In between her bouts of confusion and panic, she hysterically stuck to the wall and shouted in a frightened voice, "W-who are you?! Why are you doing this to me! I, I am innocent! I am innocent! D-Don't do this to me, please!!!! Please let me live!!! I'll do everything!!!"

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