Chapter 138: Chapter 138

Chapter 138:

“Will that bitch tell the truth?” Thea’s voice quivered as she glanced nervously at Marc after they walked away from Allison and Aimee.

Thea knew that if this mess got out, it would spark a scandal bigger than she could handle.

Anxiety gnawed at her, tightening her chest.

Though Thea and Marc were usually experts at stirring trouble and preying on the weak, the thought of Allison discovering what they had done sent a chill down her spine.

A sharp laugh broke the tension.

“Relax.

What’s the worst that could happen? We’ve got dirt on Aimee, right, Marc?”

Marc’s entire body ached.

He gritted his teeth.

“Of course.

And let’s not forget — Allison is just another woman.

Arrogant, sure.

Thinks she can show off, but trust me, she’ll be out soon enough.”

Thea had been uneasy, especially after Allison spilled coffee on her earlier.

But Marc’s scornful tone helped her rally.

Straightening her posture, she nodded, as if convincing herself more than anyone else.

“Exactly! We’ve been with Charisma for years.

Allison doesn’t scare me.

If she thinks she can replace us, she’ll only make enemies.

Imagine the chaos if she tried!”

They were veterans at Charisma Company; they’d always stuck together.

It was the only way they’d survived this long.

But beneath the surface, they were both incompetent and unscrupulous.

Anytime someone capable rose through the ranks, they’d sabotage them — an unspoken rule.

And if Allison knew the truth? It wouldn’t matter.

Aimee would never have the guts to expose them.

“The company’s doing better than ever.

We can’t afford to let Allison ruin that.

The pay’s good, the benefits even better.”

“Even if someone new shows up, we know how to handle them.” Another colleague leaned in, their voice dripping with loyalty.

“Marc, we’ve got your back.

You just have to give the word.”

Marc took a breath, his words deliberate.

“Allison’s seen too much.

We need to move first.

If we don’t, that woman will come for us.”

His eyes darkened with bitterness, a simmering hatred for Allison rising within him.

Thea stayed quiet.

She knew Marc better than anyone did — he was ruthless, always finding someone else to take the fall.

He’d proven that time and again.

Others, drawn into the plot, didn’t need much convincing.

“We’re with you, Marc.

Let’s make sure she’s out of the company for good.”

Up on the rooftop, Allison shrugged off her jacket, draping it over Aimee’s shoulders as she helped her change out of her oil-stained clothes.

“Why are you so afraid of them?” Allison asked, her voice soft but probing.

Aimee’s eyes dropped, clouded with shame.

She fidgeted under Allison’s gaze, reluctant to let her see just how beaten down she felt.

“Thank you, Ms.

Clarke, but… you don’t have to worry about me.”

“Of course, I do,” Allison replied, a calm strength in her tone.

“I can handle them, but I need you to stand with me.

They’re arrogant, and they show me no respect.

As the new leader, it’s only a matter of time before I deal with them.

Don’t you want to help?”

Aimee bit her lip, her hesitation clear.

She always backed down when it came to her own problems, but she was the type who would bend over backward to help others.

Allison knew it, and decided to appeal to that softer side.

“I’m going to need you, Aimee.

You know they’ll try to set me up.

Wouldn’t you rather be ahead of that?”

Aimee’s gaze wavered, flickering with uncertainty.

After what felt like an eternity, she sighed.

“When I first started, I landed a big client… but they stole it from me.”

Allison frowned, sensing there was more to the story.

“And then?”

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