Chapter 1260: Chapter 1260

Chapter 1260:

“Of course,” he responded without hesitation. “I’m merely exercising my legitimate rights.”

Drucker scanned them up and down, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Although I don’t know who you are, since you’re not from Vrining, it’s not your place to interfere here! If you keep this up, I’ll arrest you as well.”

The threat in his words was clear — he was aiming to make an example out of them, to intimidate the others into submission.

Kellan stepped forward, positioning himself between Allison and the inspectors, his voice low and cold as he said, “Funny, I thought inspectors in Vrining didn’t have the authority to arrest anyone without cause.”

Drucker’s face darkened immediately. His gaze narrowed at Kellan.

“You’re right, but I am a special project investigator appointed by the government,” Drucker said, his words brimming with authority. “I have the power to take people away.”

Kellan’s expression remained unchanged, unmoved by the claim. “Sounds like a good reason, but do you have any credentials to back that up?” he asked.

“No. But this is an order given to me personally by the mayor.” Drucker’s tone grew more forceful as he relied on his presumed backing to assert his power. “So, you’d better not resist.”

Yet even the mention of the mayor didn’t seem to faze Kellan. His eyes, still calm, bore down on Drucker with an unspoken pressure. “Do you think we’re living in the dark ages, where someone can act on the whim of a king?”

Kellan’s words rang out, casual yet cutting. Many perfumers couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You!” Drucker’s face turned an angry shade of red, as though he had been struck across the face. The humiliation washed over him, his confidence shattering in an instant.

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“You got yourself in a whole lot of trouble, and I’ll be teaching you a lesson you’ll never forget!”

Drucker wasted no time barking orders to his subordinates. “Every perfumer in Arome Tower is under suspicion of mishandling a potentially dangerous herb called mercury grass. Take them all down to the police station and lock them up until further notice!” The men in black suits braced themselves for action.

To their surprise, every single man who rushed forward was kicked away by Allison without much effort. Then she suddenly looked up at Drucker and said, “You claim that the perfumers are mishandling the herb. Do you have any evidence to back this up?”

Allison spoke and moved forward calmly without any pause as she easily kicked away any man trying to block her way. The onlookers could barely make sense of what they were seeing.

Drucker chuckled derisively, as though he had anticipated her demand. He pointed to the report in the hands of the testing personnel. “There are detailed testing reports on it. There’s no way you can deny it.”

Allison laughed. She was all too familiar with these so-called reports. After shoving away the last goon, she strode over, grabbed the folder, and opened it right in front of Drucker. She flipped to the page containing the test results and held the report up.

“Look. The only thing that this document proves is that Miss Wilson used mercury grass. There is no indication whatsoever that she has mishandled or misused the substance. As an inspector, shouldn’t you be more careful when checking the document and giving orders?” Even an elementary student could easily see that.

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