Chapter 755:
âHeâs done a lot for me in the past, and Iâm not the kind of person who abandons someone when theyâre struggling. But I do appreciate your concern, Mr. Williamson.â
Her composed response only seemed to irk Jareth further. His polite facade cracked, his smile fading as irritation took over. âFine, since youâre so stubborn, I wonât waste any more time advising you,â he said tersely, straightening up.
His tone shifted abruptly as he gestured toward a spot in the office. âYouâve got an hour to organize the documents on your desk. And this afternoon, two important clients will be arriving for a meeting. Youâll be hosting them in the reception room.â
âOkay,â Allison simply replied before returning to her office.
Back at her desk, she kept her head down, her movements purposeful and precise as she worked through the mountain of paperwork. Her demeanor was quiet, almost as if she were trying to disappear into the background.
The events of the previous night lingered in her mind. Though it had been nothing more than an accident, the subtle shift in Verrucktâs behavior hadnât gone unnoticed. It was clear that he trusted her a little more now, a detail that she filed away for future use.
Therefore, there was no need to draw attention to herself just yet. Timing was everything, and she knew her best move now was to bide her time and wait for the right moment to act.
Allison obeyed Jarethâs directions and made her way to the reception area later in the day. As she left, Verruckt watched her go, his brows knitting together in visible annoyance. Was it possible she truly wanted to avoid him that badly? Allison, unaware of his irritation, kept walking toward the reception area without a second thought.
The people who came up to this level were usually in search of shady deals, which meant there could be other opportunities to take advantage of. Keeping that in mind, she drew closer, only to catch the sound of a voice she recognized.
âThe lab is our last hope,â said a man in a quiet, urgent tone. âI canât just stand by while my mother suffers from these headaches.â
Allison came to a halt, startled. Was that Colton speaking?
She froze mid-step and stayed quietly by the doorway, watching from a safe distance. Through the crack, she saw the manâit really was Colton. Melany leaned toward him, her voice soft and reassuring. âColton, Iâm sure fate is on your side. Youâll find the medicine, no doubt about it.â
Melany sighed deeply after speaking, her tone laced with regret. âIf only Allison had been a little kinder and sent the medicine to Lindy. We wouldnât have ended up in a place like this. But no, she chose to give it to someone else insteadâ¦â
Melanyâs words faded, the implication sharp and deliberate, clearly meant to stir up bitterness.
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