Chapter 671: Chapter 671

Chapter 671:

“Mr. Williamson, please take back those words. My boyfriend and I are in a good place, and I wouldn’t dream of getting involved in anything inappropriate with Mr. Shaw.”

Jareth’s eyes narrowed, clearly enjoying the power dynamic. If there was no tension to exploit, he was more than willing to create some.

The car ride ended shortly after that brief exchange. As the vehicle came to a halt, Jareth rolled down the window, peering out at the bleak surroundings of the gray zone of Vrining, a place infamous for its anonymity, where no one asked questions or checked IDs.

“This isn’t a suitable place for someone like you. Think it over, Alice,” he said, his voice deceptively gentle but tinged with obvious superiority.

Allison nodded politely. “I’ll consider it,” she replied before quickly stepping out of the vehicle.

The moment the car disappeared around the corner, the look of obedient compliance on her face vanished, replaced by a cold, emotionless mask. She swiftly entered the dilapidated building and stepped into the rickety elevator. Pulling a chip from her pocket, she swiped it against a hidden panel, triggering a sequence of beeps. “Beep, beep, beep—”

The elevator recognized the chip and shot downward, bypassing all regular floors until it reached a concealed basement.

As the doors slid open, a cheerful voice called out, “Allison, you’re finally back!”

Gordon approached her with a broad grin, eagerly taking the bags from her hands.

“Today was quite the ordeal,” Allison said, rubbing her neck with a sigh.

“You’ve worked hard, Ms. Clarke,” Amya said, adjusting her glasses with a hint of relief in her eyes. She had been monitoring the mission closely and was clearly glad to see Allison return unharmed. “All set as you requested.”

Amya placed a laptop on the table, revealing a screen filled with live surveillance feeds from various sections of the research institute. The footage covered nearly every critical area. Allison nodded appreciatively.

“Impressive work, Amya.”

Amya blushed slightly. “I had some help from Mr. Herbert.”

Not one to miss his moment, Gordon sidled up to Allison, clearly fishing for his own share of praise.

“That’s right, Allison. We worked together to finish this task. Surely you won’t let the credit go to her alone, will you?”

Allison chuckled softly. “You’re impressive too, Gordon. That’s why I trust you two with the tough assignments.”

“Of course,” Gordon said with a satisfied grin, handing her a steaming cup of coffee. “But I have to ask, what about Kellan? Didn’t he come back with you?”

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