Chapter 870:
Lenaâs frustration boiled over. âStop flaunting!â she snapped.
There was no way Verruckt could care for someone like Allison â a shallow, pretty face with nothing else to offer!
It was all a sham. It wouldnât last!
With that, Lena stomped away in a huff.
Allison smirked faintly and trailed behind her without saying a word.
When they arrived at Verrucktâs office, Lena placed her finger on the scanner and unlocked the lab door as if sheâd done it a thousand times. âGet what you need and leave me alone,â she ordered, her tone dripping with superiority.
Allison brushed off the attitude and let her eyes wander toward the far end of the lab.
âThat person over there,â she said, tilting her head slightly. âIs that the test subject being sent off today?â
âObviously,â Lena replied, her voice filled with pride. âBut itâs none of your concern. Just find your file and get out.â
Ignoring Lenaâs sharp words, Allison walked over to the file cabinet and started searching.
While she worked, Lena glared at her with obvious contempt.
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âDonât mess around,â Lena snapped. âThat test subject is critical. And the defense systemâs been upgradedâone mistake, and youâll set off the lasers. Theyâll kill you before you can blink.â
Lenaâs words came out more like a threat than a genuine warning.
She expected Allison to react with irritation or defensiveness, but instead, Allison gave her a calm, faint smile.
âThanks for letting me know,â Allison said, her tone genuine. Now she was sure that the defense system had been upgraded.
Opening the file cabinet, she immediately spotted the red folder sitting in plain view.
But instead of grabbing it, she deliberately moved away, feigning ignorance.
âDo you happen to know where the red folder is?â she asked casually, drifting toward the safe.
It was the perfect opportunity to test the labâs security measures.
âHow would I know?â Lena shot back, her voice sharp as a blade. She stood by the door to the monitoring room, making no effort to assist.
âAnd stop bothering me. I have data to log,â she added coldly, her irritation plain.
For someone new to the lab, it was indeed difficult to sift through red files based on coding.
Lena secretly relished the idea of Allison fumbling around, making a fool of herself, and eventually begging for assistance.
Satisfied with that thought, Lena refocused on her task. She had data to log, and this was her last chance to monitor the test subject before it was sent away. All she wanted was for the day to pass without any mishaps so everything could proceed smoothly.
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