Chapter 672: Chapter 672

Chapter 672:

“He didn’t leave work with me,” Allison replied, checking the time on her watch. “But he shouldn’t be much longer.”

Gordon’s face fell into a mock expression of disappointment. “And here I thought we’d finally gotten rid of him. What a waste.”

Allison’s eyes flashed with a warning. “Gordon, he’s one of us now. Keep your jokes in check.”

Before Gordon could reply, the elevator doors opened once again. Kellan stepped out, clearly having heard the last part of their conversation. Unperturbed, he casually wrapped an arm around Allison’s waist as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Didn’t realize Mr. Herbert was so worried about Allison and me,” Kellan remarked, a lazy smile playing on his lips. “Don’t worry, once we’re done with all this, I’ll treat everyone to a lavish dinner.”

Gordon scoffed. “You’d better be ready to spend a fortune, Mr. Lloyd. We won’t go easy on you.”

“That’s fine. The Lloyd family’s never been short on cash,” Kellan replied smoothly.

“But I lack someone like her,” Gordon taunted with a sly grin. “Mr. Lloyd, why don’t you hand her over to me?”

Kellan’s eyes narrowed, his tone dropping to a low warning. “You’re asking for trouble.”

Gordon’s smirk faltered, but he held his tongue.

Before the banter could escalate into a full-blown argument, Allison’s patience snapped. “Enough. Both of you, save your testosterone for something useful. If you want to argue, do it outside.”

Kellan’s smirk softened, his aggressive stance melting away. He intertwined his fingers with Allison’s.

“My bad. I shouldn’t have provoked the kid,” he said, turning to Gordon with a faux-apologetic shrug. “You’re right, Mr. Herbert.”

Gordon shot him a glare but said nothing further. He was, after all, an adult, and he knew better than to push boundaries when Allison was present. If she hadn’t been there, he might have thrown the first punch.

“Now’s not the time for that discussion. We have something more urgent to handle.”

Allison produced the fingerprint tape she’d collected earlier.

“These are the fingerprints of a security guard from basement level one. His clearance is high enough. Amya, can you make a copy?”

“Got it, boss.” Amya took the tape and left to get it done.

“Good work, Allison.” Gordon, ignoring Kellan’s icy demeanor, focused on Allison. “With these fingerprints, getting into the lab should be straightforward, right?”

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