Chapter 785:
Josh pulled out a bottle of pills, downing two with a swig of water. âAge? Sheâs no teenager, and yet, her foolishness knows no bounds.â
He took a deep breath, struggling to contain his dismay. âI canât even begin to understand what spell Verruckt has cast over her to make her so infatuated.â Josh held a deep-seated disdain for Verruckt. That man had once been merely a test subject, stripped of all humanity. Above all, his relentless ambition and cunning tactics had turned him into the fiercest adversary of the Immortality Group.
âKeep tabs on Verruckt and that woman from the Stuart family. Dig into her past and uncover everything about her ties to Verruckt,â Josh commanded.
The butler nodded, his expression grave. âUnderstood, though it appears weâve lost a number of guests today.â Verruckt had been a thorn in their side before, but today, he had thrown caution to the wind. It was as though he had thrown down the gauntlet.
âDonât fret. With the mayor here, he wouldnât dare stir up significant trouble,â Josh assured him, his eyes narrowing. âThe real guests are all set for the cruise banquet.â
âIâll ensure the cruise is well-guarded,â the butler affirmed, nodding again.
As Joshâs loyal confidant for many years, he was acutely aware that the Immortality Group was a sinister playground for the elite, catering to their darkest whims. Here, the affluent sought eternal youth through blood exchanges with test subjects and feasted on rare organs to boost their vitality.
Through these macabre practices, the Immortality Group had amassed vast wealth, catapulting the Smith family into the ranks of nobility.
âProceed as planned. I had intended to eliminate Verruckt tonight, but this spectacle has thrown a wrench in our plans. Also, have our people at the White Stallion Club watch him closely,â Josh directed, his voice echoing slightly in the dim study. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the desk, the glint of his gemstone ring catching the light.
âOne way or another, he wonât walk away unscathed tonight.â
That way, tomorrow the mayor would see clearly who truly deserved his attention.
Under the cover of night, the cityâs skyscrapers stood aglow with warm, golden lights. Verrucktâs grip on Allisonâs wrist was light, their shadows stretching far into the dim alley.
Allison eyed Verrucktâs silhouette, his broad shoulders casting an imposing shadow, reminding her of a lion in its prime, quietly ruling over its domain.
Known for its lavish decor, the White Stallion Club was a jewel among Verrucktâs crown of businesses. When had he hatched this plan?
Engrossed in her thoughts, Allison hardly noticed their arrival at the secluded, dark parking lot.
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