Chapter: 1601

"Sort of."

“Alright, just hand it over," Jonathan said, reaching for the documents on the table.

Samira frowned, puzzled by how calm he seemed. This wasn't the reaction she had expected.

“Anything else?" Jonathan asked, noticing she hadn't moved.

“Why do I get the feeling you're not in a hurry to get the antidote for Bethany?" Samira asked with a smile, masking the panic rising inside her.