Chapter 1118: Chapter 1118

Chapter 1118:

The mere mention of seventy thousand dollars hung in the air like a weight, an undeniable truth that no one dared to ignore. Everyone knew full well that Grace’s fortune had swelled to tens of millions, and the figures weren’t pulled out of thin air.

But Allison? She was just a small-time employee — how could she possibly have ties to such a high-profile figure?

“Mr. Morgan, we need to be on our way soon.”

Fabian’s secretary, ever the stickler for time, glanced at the clock, a reminder of the meeting that loomed. “You have a video conference waiting.”

The secretary, too, was convinced that Allison was simply stalling, a tactic as old as the hills.

He had seen this play out countless times, and the end was always the same: tears, pleading, and a desperate surrender.

“Time flies, doesn’t it?”

Fabian took a quick glance at the clock, his mind already calculating the minutes.

He knew that they couldn’t afford any more delays.

“Ms. Clarke, I’m afraid your window is closing.”

Nearby, Abram and Hoyt finally allowed themselves to breathe easy.

“That’s right,” Abram chimed in, “Mr. Morgan’s time is precious. It’s not something you can squander!” A self-satisfied grin spread across his face.

“Ms. Clarke, I know your game,” he sneered. “You’re just dragging this out, hoping the tension will build and everyone will tire of this charade. But truth has a way of surfacing, no matter how deep it’s buried.”

He could almost taste the scandal that was sure to spread like wildfire throughout Ontdale.

It wouldn’t be long before Allison was branded a pariah, a social outcast.

𝗥𝗲𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝘁: ⳑ𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀．𝖼𝗈𝗺

Yet, Allison remained untouched, her face a mask of calm, not even sparing him the courtesy of a glance.

“Mr. Morgan, I only need three minutes.”

The words hung in the air like an unexpected storm.

Three minutes?

That was barely enough time to heat up instant noodles. Yet Allison claimed she could contact Grace! The audacity was almost laughable.

Fabian’s secretary frowned, his impatience now showing. “Mr. Morgan, perhaps we should head to the meeting now?”

“No need.” Fabian shook his head, his gaze still fixed on Allison. Her eyes were sharp, clear, and without a trace of panic — something about her unflinching composure intrigued him even more.

“I can spare three minutes.”

He glanced at his watch, signaling his decision.

“Let’s begin.”

Everyone leaned in, eyes fixed on Allison as they awaited the miracle she claimed was within her grasp.

Allison, however, didn’t waste time with theatrics. Her head bowed slightly as her fingers danced over her phone, swift and precise. She found what she was looking for — a website, one Grace had left for her years ago.

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