Chapter 783: Chapter 783

Chapter 783:

Allison, however, felt an odd sense of relief. Fiona’s outburst gave her the perfect excuse to extract herself from this mess. Furrowing her brow slightly, she said in a low voice to Verruckt, “You stay here. I’ll head back.”

But as she turned to leave, Verruckt’s hand caught hers, his grip firm and unyielding. “No need for that,” he said, his expression completely unfazed by Fiona’s theatrics. Instead, his eyes scanned the room with unsettling calm. “Since Immortality Group doesn’t welcome us, I’ll host my own banquet for my partner,” he announced.

His partner?

Allison clenched her teeth. She resisted the urge to strangle him on the spot. Verruckt’s arrogance and madness knew no bounds, and this latest stunt only proved it.

Turning to the crowd, Verruckt added with a sly smile, “The White Stallion Club next door is offering a unique experience. Guests attending today will receive VIP access to the lab and priority trading privileges. Everyone is welcome to join.”

Allison’s fists tightened, her knuckles whitening as she pieced together Verruckt’s plan. The White Stallion Club wasn’t just a place for fun; it was undoubtedly crawling with assassins, and she was nothing more than a convenient excuse. No wonder Verruckt had sprung this announcement out of the blue. It wasn’t just a casual gesture; it was a direct warning to the Immortality Group, a challenge that marked the beginning of their strategic battle.

Both sides had prepared a banquet with ulterior motives. Verruckt was playing his moves with precision, each calculated step inching closer to his goal. His words were like a match struck over dry kindling, igniting the crowd’s curiosity.

“Priority trading privileges? That’s so rare!”

“It’s just around the corner. It wouldn’t hurt to take a look.”

“Exactly, let’s just check it out.”

The whispers spread like wildfire, rippling through the guests until the entire hall seemed abuzz with excitement.

Fiona’s complexion paled as she marched up to Verruckt, her voice laced with suppressed rage. “What is the meaning of this? Are you openly declaring war on the Immortality Group?”

“Miss Smith, I just hope you understand that you don’t speak for the Immortality Group,” Verruckt said, ruthlessly exposing the truth. “And when it comes to personal interests, other people’s choices aren’t your business.”

With that, he grabbed Allison’s arm and led her away, leaving Fiona feeling completely defeated. The guests around them whispered in hushed tones, making Fiona’s anger boil over. In a fit of rage, she slammed a wine bottle onto the floor, shattering it. Wine splattered onto the guests’ clothes, but none of them dared to say a word.

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