Chapter 786: Chapter 786

Chapter 786:

“Get in,” Verruckt instructed, holding the car door open for her.

Allison stepped inside, her face expressionless, masking her thoughts. Displaying too much eagerness or any hint of infatuation would surely turn Verruckt off — she couldn’t risk it. She believed Verruckt’s fascination with her stemmed from his desire for the unattainable. Those who had chased him had always met unfortunate ends.

Verruckt broke the silence with a grave tone. “The neighboring banquet has tight security tonight, and Josh will be there. Your altercation with Fiona was a convenient excuse for me to leave early.” That was when it clicked for Allison.

Why had Fiona appeared just after Verruckt had left? It seemed he had been manipulating her from the start. But this was not surprising, as Verruckt was not a good person.

Yet here she was, playing the naive Alice, chiding herself silently. “Really? You anticipated Fiona would cause trouble for me?”

Her voice was cool, tinged with irritation, perhaps mistaken for petulance by an outsider. “And that kiss — you didn’t even seek my consent.”

Verruckt’s reply was blunt. “What of it? Alice, by signing that contract at the research institute, you agreed to my terms, and you became my possession.”

Allison’s response was immediate — a sharp slap across his face. The sound resonated in the quiet of the car.

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“Verruckt, you’re insufferable,” Allison declared, tears welling up in her eyes. “I never consented to be anything more than a colleague, and I’ve told you before, I’m seeing someone else now.”

Her voice broke with anger, yet there was a grim satisfaction in seeing his smug expression dissolve into surprise at her defiance. Allison was well aware of Verruckt’s Achilles’ heel. He was swayed by both compassion and force.

Back on that isolated island lab, whenever he incensed her, he would provocatively offer to let her slap him, assuring her of his nonresistance. A heavy silence enveloped the car. The driver sat petrified, scarcely daring to breathe, feigning ignorance of the tense drama unfolding behind him.

In the rearview mirror, shadows veiled half of Verruckt’s face, enhancing the chill that seemed to emanate from him, further unnerving the already frightened driver. The driver shuddered, his thoughts racing — was Alice playing with fire? He gripped the steering wheel, the cold seeping into his palms. His best strategy was to disappear into the shadows, invisible and unnoticed.

Verruckt, feeling the sting on his cheek, lightly stroked the spot. “Alice, you’ve grown quite bold,” he remarked, his eyes glowing red in the dim light, reminiscent of molten lava seething under the crust, ready to explode at any moment.

He gazed at Allison, his stare ensnaring her like a butterfly caught in a spider’s web. “No one has ever dared to defy me.”

Deep down, Verruckt knew he should have eliminated her by now. Alice had stirred too many emotional tumults within him, a dangerous distraction for a test subject like him. Yet, the sight of her tears, which he typically despised as a show of weakness, strangely compelled him to want to wipe them away — and yearned for more.

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