Come to think of it, Ada Wong had retired from the mercenary world, but she hadn't enjoyed more than a few days of leisure before diving back into new work.
Business strategy planning and company development allowed the strong-willed Ada to still enjoy the feeling of making her own decisions.
She had no desire to be an obedient woman waiting behind Asa, hoping for the boy's favor.
How would that be any different from the concubines in the palaces of ancient Eastern dynasties?
If she was going to do it, she would do it as a powerhouse woman.
After all, isn't that a trope that young people love?
A decadent life where the secretary handles business during the day and gets intimate at night.
Ada Wong could especially feel the difference in how much the boy liked her when she wore her work uniform versus her casual attire; that outfit was much more popular with him.
Ada didn't see any problem with that; what was wrong with pleasing her own boy?
Take today, for instance: Ada was wearing a gray blazer, a pencil skirt, stockings, and black high heels with red soles.
As she walked over, her heels clicked against the floor, a sound that felt like it was stepping right on someone's heartstrings.
As she approached Asa, before she could even speak, her nose caught a familiar scent.
Secretary Wong cast an imperceptible glance at Lisa and then gave her a slight nod.
Ada was all too familiar with this scent; over the past eight years, she had consumed plenty of it herself. It seemed Lisa had also had her fill today.
It seemed the boy's devilish claws couldn't help but reach out to those around him, huh?
Sighing to herself, Ada glanced at Sherry and shook her head.
As for Lisa, Ada had long expected that her actual age was not as young as she appeared.
Anyway, after that creature was enhanced by the virus, she could practically bathe in that stuff.
Pulling her thoughts back, Ada saw Annette and Sherry heave a sigh of relief, repeatedly thanking Lisa, who looked as if nothing had happened.
Especially Sherry; after learning that her playmate possessed the ability to change at will, she was even more eager to see how it was done.
Pulling on Lisa's arm, Sherry acted spoiled.
"Boss, tonight..."
Annette walked in front of Asa, feeling grateful, her tone sounding a bit heavy.
"It's fine now."
Asa nodded, signaling to Annette that she could rest easy.
"Thank you."
Annette's voice was choked with emotion as she couldn't help but take a step forward and embrace Asa.
If not for the protection of Lisa and Watchdog Security, their family would likely only be able to reunite inside an Umbrella Corporation laboratory tonight.
After William was taken away by the USS Team, there was no news of him, but he wasn't that important anyway.
Long before reaching an agreement with Asa, Annette had already let go of her feelings for William, turning her focus instead to her daughter, Sherry, and her career.
If something had happened to Sherry, she truly wouldn't have known what to do.
A moment later, Asa gently pushed her away.
Annette understood and released her arms.
Only then did she notice the quiet atmosphere around them; Sherry, Lisa, and Ada Wong were all watching the two of them.
"I'm sorry, I was a bit emotional."
Annette realized her state wasn't quite right and said apologetically.
"It's fine."
Asa said understandingly:
"There was too much happening tonight; get some rest. Also, you've injected the T-Evolution; don't treat it like a beauty treatment. Exercise regularly, and sooner or later, it will be of great use."
Just look at them; both are T-Virus fusions, yet Jill and Annette's combat capabilities are worlds apart.
At the very least, if it had been Jill facing this situation tonight, even without Lisa's help, she would have been able to escape from Nemesis unscathed.
"The enhancement brought by the T-Virus is comprehensive. Don't limit yourself to being just a researcher; you have more time and energy to do other things."
Asa admonished.
The turmoil of the night seemed to have passed just like that.
Ada Wong walked over and looped her arm through Asa.
"Everyone, I'll be borrowing the boss for a moment; you don't mind, do you?"
With a smiling face, Ada Wong pulled Asa toward the top-floor office.
"You, you aren't thinking of making a move on Annette, are you?"
"Don't go slandering innocent people out of thin air; she clearly came onto me herself."
Only Lisa could hear their conversation; Sherry, not understanding, asked:
"What are they going to do?"
"Correct."
Lisa nodded, unconsciously stroking her lower abdomen.
The baby room is empty again.
"Children, let's go find a place to rest first."
Annette had to interrupt Lisa's words; she couldn't let Lisa corrupt Sherry.
Growing up in such an environment, Annette felt a certain amount of anxiety, as if she could see the future Sherry, grown up and refusing to obey her discipline.
...
A night alone is always difficult.
Leon lay on the bed, shirtless, staring at the patterns on the ceiling, his eyes filled with confusion.
Meeting Jill's boyfriend today made him recall that impulsive operation from half a year ago.
The stadium, the martial law, the zombies, the Licker, the giant monster, the little girl, the Watchdog Security logo—these images flashed by one after another, until they froze on the wide-open mouth of the giant alligator in the sewer.
How could there be something like an alligator in the sewers?
Compared to that, his current life was truly boring.
What kind of weapon was that giant black monster?
How could a little girl have the strength to contend with that monster?
Does every creature infected with the T-Virus end up turning into something else?
As for the T-Virus that turned the entire stadium's audience into zombies, Leon felt that it was actually not that serious.
It was the appearance of Jiangliting that saved his confidence.
Just like smallpox, the Black Death, malaria, and other diseases; they caused massive casualties in ancient times and the Middle Ages, killing countless people, but haven't they all been conquered now?
What difference is there between the T-Virus and these viruses that killed countless humans?
Because the T-Virus has also been conquered; since the stadium incident, there have been almost no large-scale infection outbreaks.
This was the confidence Xinghai Pharmaceutical gave him.
Humanity, just as it lived alongside smallpox, would continue to live alongside the T-Virus.
"Ring, ring, ring!"
Just as Leon Kennedy was recalling the battles of the past, the phone rang at an inopportune time.
At this hour, could there be an emergency?
Leon sat up abruptly and turned on the room's lights.
Checking the caller ID, he found it was an unknown number. Frowning, Leon picked up the receiver and answered.
"Hey, brave police boy, I hope I haven't disturbed your rest."
After he connected, a deep male voice spoke with a playful tone.
The first frivolous sentence made Leon impatient, and he frowned:
"You already have."
The hostile tone had absolutely no effect on the other party, and the male voice on the other end of the line continued:
"Let's meet, Leon S. Kennedy. I have some things I need to ask you about regarding what happened at the stadium that day."
"Who the hell are you? I'm not meeting you."
Leon prepared to hang up the phone, but the person suddenly said:
"Do you always go shirtless at home? Nice physique, quite sturdy."
Late at night, even though Leon was naturally bold, he still felt a cold breeze blow past.
He instinctively looked out the window. He was on the second floor, and the second floor of the house opposite was brightly lit. A figure was standing by the window, holding a receiver under the light, as if talking to someone.
Only from this location could one see into the room through the window.
"Believe me, I have no malice; otherwise, you would have died a dozen times over already."
As this voice came through the receiver, the figure in the opposite window also nodded to greet Leon.