Chapter 509 Counterstrike

• Reilly Schulze soothed Master Bannister in a soft voice, but her eyes had a hard edge.
• This pill was definitely wrong. She wasn’t being paranoid. The sheen was off. If they’d really followed her formula, the color should’ve been darker. This shade screamed fake.
• Or the people making the pills had cut corners. Ford Bannister would never order them to do that. The only explanation was that they’d messed with it on their own.