Chapter 788: Chapter 788

Chapter 788:

She caught a glimpse of the lush green beryl ring on her finger. “And I still have this.”

A sneaking suspicion told Allison that Mollie might be one of Verruckt’s key players.

Verruckt’s voice remained icy. “Mrs. Blake will soon be at the White Stallion Club. She’s never cared for the Immortality Group’s events; tonight’s debacle is just the excuse she needed to duck out.”

His voice dropped, laden with unspoken promises. “The real spectacle starts tonight. The White Stallion Club will soon be swarming.”

Allison couldn’t hide her irritation. “You never said the venue would change.”

“What? Are you irritated?” Verruckt’s eyes narrowed as he turned to her.

Adopting an innocent guise, Allison replied, “I mean, changes like these should come with a bonus, don’t you think?”

Verruckt’s lips twitched into a smirk. “Fifteen thousand dollars.”

She played someone with a soft spot for money; it seemed that the figure alone perked her up. “Deal.” Allison nodded, her smile broadening.

She seemed to regain her spirits, visibly enjoying the blur of scenery beyond the car window.

Yet, beneath her calm exterior, Allison’s mind was racing. Immortality Pharmaceuticals was undeniably linked to Fleeingland Lab. And Verruckt? He had some form of leverage over them. Earlier, his casual mention of another banquet had triggered a ripple of uneasy glances among those gathered.

Their concern wasn’t just idle curiosity; they had other agendas. Spotting the discord, Allison saw her chance. It was the perfect opportunity to strike when they least expected it.

Suddenly, the driver’s brow furrowed, and he alerted, “Mr. Shaw, we’ve got three cars tailing us.”

Verruckt checked his watch with a neutral face. “Don’t worry, they won’t try anything here. Even if things escalate, our people are close by. We’re covered.”

Allison turned to look behind and spotted three black cars keeping a cautious distance. It appeared they were merely observing and following, with no immediate intention to engage.

True to her expectations, their drive to the White Stallion Club passed without incident. Upon arrival, Verruckt headed straight to the top floor to manage some urgent business.

Allison scanned the club’s interior, impressed by its refined elegance.

The space was adorned with domed windows, and the crisp scent of night air mingled with the fresh aroma of grass, invigorating the atmosphere.

“Miss, this is the wine Mr. Shaw has selected for you,” announced a waiter, presenting a tray with two glasses of red wine.

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