Mr. Billionaire, Catch Me if You Can

In the intensive care unit of a BSL-4, Amber Hill was lying on the bed, her body covered with needles. The disease had tortured her beyond recognition. With her last breath, she stared at the woman in front of the bed, her hands holding tight to the bedsheet. "Whoever infected with Kergit Virus shall die within a month. But you survived, and you won't even affect others. What a perfect subject. You were born for the lab. So, tell me, how does it feel like to live like this for three years?" said Ingrid Hill, who looked like an angel but spoke like a devil. She didn't come here as a visitor but as a murderer.     As she spoke, she took out a syringe with yellow, transparent liquid in it.     "Look at this. They finally successfully developed the serum yesterday. Isn't it what you're craving? They knew it must have been hard for you to suffer for three years. So, they saved this one for you. It will take away all your pain. Do you want it, Amber, my dear sister?"     Yes, I am dying to have it.     Amber closed her eyes, hiding her desperation.     She wanted the serum, that was for sure. But it was in Ingrid's hand. Amber had a feeling that this was going to be her last day, for it was all because of Ingrid that she had gotten K-virus.     Worse than that, Amber had been deprived by Ingrid her whole life. Ingrid knew nothing about medicine, she wouldn't become the popular doctor she was now without the things she had stolen from Amber. Each time Amber recalled how Ingrid tricked her into becoming stepping stones, her loath was harbored. Ingrid had made her life meaningless yet she wouldn't give up her life now, not until she had the devils punished.     The researchers had thought she fought against death out of a purpose to save the world and were impressed by her spirits. Fuck the world.     Amber had held on for three years no matter how torturous it was to be living. But it was only for them to develop the serum, so she could survive.     And they finally made it yesterday. But the thing that was expected to save her life was now in the palm of Ingrid's hand…    Amber was furious. It was a surprise to Amber that obedient as she was, she would hate someone so much.     Seeing Amber close her eyes, Ingrid confessed her real purpose for being here.     "Amber, I know you don't want to die. To be honest, I don't care now, because no one will trust you anyway. So, here's the deal. Tell me the code of the lab, I will give you the serum and set you free."     Hearing this, Amber opened her eyes. She said with a weak voice for the first time.     "You disgust me."     You've been sucking my blood for my entire life. Now I'm dying, and you came here to Lure me to hand out the last thing I have.     "Is this a no?"     Viciousness appeared in Ingrid's eyes as she threatened with the syringe, "The most important thing is to survive. You've been holding on until today, for what?"     Amber sneered and fell in silence.     Ingrid couldn't believe that Amber didn't care. So, she played her ace.     "I guess you don't know it yet but Mr. Anderson is getting engaged today, to Jane Grey, the girl he had grown up with. Also, the b***h gladly joined me to hurt you. Can you stand this? Don't you want revenge?"     The word Mr. Anderson hit Amber.    It has been ages since the last time she heard this name., she felt like a sword was stabbing deeply into her wound, which shall never heal again.     Amber could notice Ingrid's regret, for marrying Patrick Anderson was her dream, but Jane broke it.     Amber was regretful too, for every single day and night.     If she didn't refuse to cancel the engagement. If she could be more insightful to see Ingrid's dark side. She wouldn't be set up, tortured, and nearly got r***d by a group of men.     Nightmares haunted her again., In the end, her regrets and resentment merged and turned into desperation.     Is it wrong to love someone? Is it wrong to be kind? Why do I have to suffer this?     "Do it…liar, I know what it is in the syringe," said Amber. She had given up all wishes for living the second Ingrid entered the door. All that Ingrid was capable of was deceiving, depriving, and in the end, killing.     Seeing that Amber would rather die than tell the password, Ingrid was furious, her face full of anger Nothing good happened to me recently. That b***h Jane is now with the man that should belong to me. Now even this turd that had been living under my feet dares to disobey.     "I'll send you to hell then since that's what you want... Do you think I can't live without you?" Ingrid walked to Amber and injected the syringe into Amber's body. Ten minutes later, Amber would die feebly.     Ingrid looked at Amber like a demon. She believed that as long as Amber was dead, no one in this world would be able to catch up with her. She didn't notice the way Amber looked at her.     All of a sudden. Amber, who was dying, broke out. The violent move shook off the needle from her arm, but she didn't care. She clenched Ingrid's hand with all her might and stabbed the syringe into Ingrid's shoulder instead.     "No." Ingrid's eyes widened in terror. In a split second, the syringe was empty. Ingrid wanted to cry for help but her body went numb. She staggered backward, couldn't believe what happened. She thought Amber was at the last gasp.     The alarms all rang off because Amber's needles were taken off her body.     Amber didn't care about anything else now. She had taken revenge.     Ingrid fell to the ground with her hands around her neck and her eyes opened. Her terrified pupils reflect Amber's bleeding hands.     This was her punishment.     Amber was filled with indiscernible joy, although she was still feeble. She smiled and laughed, and. She had to thank her grandfather for pushing her to work out when she was young. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to do that in such a miserable state…She wouldn't be able to kill her enemy. She realized for the first time that fighting back wasn't so hard.     She felt dizzier and dizzier. With the sharp alarms ringing, Amber fell onto the bed again...     Her inner-self was crying for help. Please, save me. I want to live. I want to get rid of my recreancy and live courageously.     Amid the mist in her head, she heard someone's hasty footsteps...     She would never allow herself to be constrained by that ridiculous thing called family and would love herself instead of that guy if she could survive this time.    If...