Chapter 1119: Chapter 1119

Chapter 1119:

After accessing it, Allison began searching for a number.

Grace and Allison had been close. Grace had promised to leave Allison a secret website, a digital breadcrumb trail, should Allison ever decide to leave the studio.

It sounded like a game, of sorts, like hide and seek — but one that Allison had always known was meant to be real.

This was Grace’s world, one built from codes and puzzles.

“One minute has passed,” Fabian’s secretary muttered under his breath, his tone laced with doubt.

He looked at Fabian, clearly expecting the time to be up.

“Wait a bit longer. We’re not done yet,” Fabian said, his voice a calm anchor amidst the growing tension.

He was willing to let this play out.

After all, if Allison could prove herself innocent in three minutes, it would be worth the wait.

But as another minute ticked by, Abram’s smug smile spread wider. “Ms. Clarke, I told you, there’s no need for all this delay.”

Hoyt, clutching his bandaged finger, smirked. “Let’s see how she wriggles out of this once the three minutes are up.”

They were certain of their victory. All the witnesses had been paid off. As for Allison’s previous designs? They were either unsigned or long destroyed.

So, they had nothing to fear.

And once this little farce was over, the reputations of both Allison and Kellan would be shattered beyond repair.

But Allison paid them no mind.

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She continued, undistracted, her eyes locked on the screen in front of her.

A single “beep” rang out.

Then, the dial tone echoed, stretching the silence taut.

Everyone held their breath, certain that the call would go unanswered. But on the third ring, a voice, slow and languid, responded, “Allison, long time no see. Finally remembered me, huh?”

“Allison? I thought you wouldn’t find me,” a weary, hoarse female voice answered. Grace sounded like she had just woken up.

“I haven’t even had a proper night’s sleep. If you’ve got something to say, make it quick,” she added.

Despite her seemingly rushed tone, Grace’s voice betrayed her genuine surprise. She had never imagined that a casual joke from years ago would lead a former colleague to track her down. What was more, Allison actually managed to find her number!

On the other end, Allison, straightforward as always, wasted no time. “I need my design data from the Time software, especially the proof of the original design.”

Her request was firm and direct.

“Grace, I’m sure you kept it.”

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