The Billionaire’s Kick Ass Wife

Chapter 581 As soon as Jasper finished speaking, the lab technicians walked to a row of cages in the corner of the laboratory and killed the person in one of the cages. Then, they used instruments to extract the person's brain waves.

The man was killed in a coma. His brain waves formed a white ball of light that was thrown into the experiment module.

As soon as the white light ball entered the laboratory, it began to fly around violently and erratically. It seemed to attempt to escape from the confined space.

The lights in the experiment module con, and the equipment was activated. Two shiny suction cups were attached to both temples of Jasper.

The light lit up, and the white light ball that kept bumping around in the experiment module was instantly sucked away and drilled into Jasper's head.

No, to be exact, Jasper was devouring that light ball.

This situation lasted less than three seconds before the white light ball shattered like a bubble and quickly disappeared.

The lab technician shook his head slightly and walked to the row of cages again with a solemn expression. He killed the second person.

Deep in the mountains, the laboratory continued to conduct forbidden experiments as tpassed day by day, with three months slowly slipping away.

At Sumner's house, Isabella slowly walked downstairs with a calm expression.

Sumner and his father, Rava, were used to seeing her cdownstairs. Rava asked, "Is Mr. Lockwood still not awake, ma'am?" Isabella shook her head and a trace of worry flashed across her eyes.

It had been three months, but Draxton was still sleeping.

However, she was glad that although Draxton was still unconscious, his bodily functions were normal.

Even though he had been unconscious for three months and had not eaten, he did not lose any weight at all. On the contrary, the energy in his body was very abundant.

Isabella swore on her reputation as Miraculous Doctor that Draxton was very healthy, but he just wouldn't wake up.

She was also a little helpless.

Now, all she could do was wait.

However, after waiting for three months, Isabella becworried and uneasy.

Her baby was already seven months in her womb, and her belly had already swollen noticeably. Isabella couldn't help but wonder if Draxton would wake up in two months when the child was born.

Thinking of this, Isabella couldn't help but feel a little angry. Draxyon said that he wanted to accompany her and the baby in her belly. However, he slept for three months.

A trace of helplessness flashed across her clear and dark eyes.

"Mr. Rava, he's not awake yet." Isabella stroked her bulging belly and slowly sat on the sofa.

Concern flitted across Rava's face.' Ma'am, there's something I think | need to tell you." Isabella looked at Rava.

Rava was worried. "Three months ago, the laboratory refused to letenter. The power there is completely guarded by Sartre and Mr. One.

"My master no longer trusts me. In the past few days, Sartre has begun to stir up trouble with my businesses." Isabella was slightly stunned. "You really don't know who your master is?" Rava shook his head and said, | only know that Master has been running that experiment all these years. Mr.

Willsmith is in charge of everything else." Isabella was stunned. Mr. Willsmith? What's his full name?" Isabella could not help but think of Jasper. However, were there so many coincidences in the world? Could it be a coincidence? If that Mr. Willsmith was really Jasper, then Rava's master was very likely...

The president! Thinking of this, Isabella could not help but shudder.

What was President trying to do by running such a big secret laboratory? Thinking of this, Isabella immediately picked up the phone and call Mr. Lyons.

At the stime, in a laboratory deep in the mountains.

After failing many times, Jasper finally successfully devoured a white light ball.

About ten hours later, Jasper woke up.

The lab technicians outside heaved a sigh of relief. Their eyes burst with an incredibly bright light that was almost blinding.

"Success!" One of them couldn't help but exclaim.

Jasper opened his eyes. A trace of excitement flashed through his cold and heartless eyes.

"Mr. Willsmith, how do you feel?" The lead lab technician asked.

Jasper sat up and said, "Very good. I've successfully integrated that person's brain waves. Your experiment has succeeded." Although they knew that the experiment was successful, they were still happier when Jasper admitted it.

"Master will definitely be very happy this time. Mr. Willsmith, your genes are too outstanding. Only you succeeded out of many test subjects." Even the lead lab technician was excited.

Jasper walked out of the laboratory with a faint smile on his face. "Send the news to Master. | have another mission to do." The lab technicians nodded in agreement.

Jasper's figure disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Sartre forcefully led his men into Rava's house, his face brimming with self-satisfaction. He looked around with a crude demeanor and let out a snort. "Smash everything!" Instantly, the people he brought began to wreak havoc in Rava’s house.

The sound of furniture crashing, porcelain shattering, and arrogant laughter mixed together. In the blink of an eye, Rava's house was in a mess.

Rava and Sumner could not help but be shocked and furious. Rava roared, "Sartre, you're out of your mind!" Sartre smiled sinisterly. 'Rava, | already know you've had a change of heart since a long tago. Now, I'm here to deal with you on behalf of Master!" As Sartre spoke, he rushed upstairs with his men.

In the bedroom on the second floor, Draxton was sleeping quietly on the bed. Isabella was sitting on the small sofa by the bed and looking at her phone. Her posture was quite relaxed.

Hearing the commotion downstairs, Isabella slowly put down her phone and looked in the direction of the door.

The next moment, the door was kicked open with a bang.

Sartre rushed in and saw the situation in the room clearly. He was stunned for a moment before a cold smile appeared on his face. He said with ill intentions, "Take her away!" Immediately, his men rushed toward Isabella without saying a word.

Isabella rubbed the space between her eyebrows. It had been a long tsince she had fought. It was tfor her to exercise.

The moment those men rushed toward her, Isabella grabbed a few magazines from the small table and threw them at those people who were rushing toward her.

In an instant, the magazines flew out like flying saucers. Those men were caught off guard and were hit by the magazines. All of them hugged their heads and wailed.

Sartre's expression changed. He cursed his men silently for being useless and gave another order to the men behind him. Isabella's expression turned cold. This time, she grabbed the fruit knife from the small table and threw it at Sartre.

Isabella’s killing intent was aroused. Nobody could stop her from killing Sartre.

Sartre's eyes widened as he looked at the fruit knife that was flying toward his glabella. His eyes widened, his pupils constricted, and his face turned pale. He stood there in a daze.

There was only one thought in his mind. He will die.

Isabella's expression was cold as she slowly stood up from the sofa. As a pregnant woman, she did not look weak. She was cold and murderous.

Just as the fruit knife was about to pierce Sartre's forehead, Isabella's pitch-black pupils suddenly trembled slightly, and her expression turned solemn.

Jasper's figure flashed through the window like a ghost. His arm went past Sartre and caught the fruit knife between his fingers.