Chapter 3

Emily's face went ghostly pale.

She turned to me, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Impossible. You came from an orphanage. How could you..."

"Orphanage?" John let out a cold laugh.

"Ms. Quinn was admitted to the University of Aeronautics and Astronautics at sixteen, joined the nation's top research lab at twenty, and by twenty-three was already the chief designer of the sixth-generation fighter engine project.

"Her work is tied to the very lifeblood of this country.

"And you shredded it and turned it into paper cranes," he said.

Diana finally snapped out of it.

She rushed over and grabbed my…