Chapter 930: Chapter 930

Chapter 930:

“If they ever turn against us, it could spell trouble,” Kylo remarked, taking a slow sip of his tea. “That’s why a few kind words to win Allison’s favor wouldn’t hurt.”

“I see your point,” Andres said, now viewing Allison with newfound respect.

At the same time, Allison had no clue what Kylo was thinking.

When she stepped into her room, she discovered that Gordon and Amya had already finished their mission. Kneeling before them was a man with his hands tied and a gag in his mouth. “What’s going on?” she asked, her eyes falling on the man. Something about him felt oddly familiar.

Gordon stepped forward to explain. “This is the one we left alive after taking care of the mafia.”

Allison gave a nod of approval. “Good work.”

She glanced up, catching the faint scent of gunpowder clinging to Gordon and Amya. It was clear that they had been through an intense fight. “Go get some rest,” Allison said firmly. “I’ll take care of the questioning.”

Amya hesitated, her face etched with concern. “Are you sure, Ms. Clarke? It could be risky. Do you need backup?”

Allison shook her head. “He’s tied up like this. There’s no way he can harm me.”

A flicker of frustration crossed her face. Ever since her brush with death, they had been treating her like she might break at any moment.

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She gave a dismissive wave. “You did an excellent job. Now go and rest.”

Gordon and Amya exchanged a glance, then nodded reluctantly. “Alright, we’ll leave it to you.”

Once they stepped out, Allison and Kellan shifted their focus to the bound man lying on the floor. He was trying to blend into the shadows. He understood all too well — being captured by Allison likely spelled his end, especially with the rest of his team wiped out.

In one swift motion, Allison pulled a short knife from her belt. She sliced through the rope gagging his mouth and then settled into a chair directly in front of him.

“You should’ve seen me in the past,” she said coolly.

The man glanced up at her, fear flickering in his eyes. “I have seen you,” he muttered.

Allison’s gaze sharpened.

“You’re one of Daniel’s men, aren’t you? One of his trusted subordinates.” She spoke slowly, her words deliberate. “That ambush nearby—it came straight from Daniel, didn’t it?”

The man’s secret, one he had desperately tried to conceal, was now laid bare. He lifted his eyes to meet hers.

“What do you want?” he asked, his voice strained.

“Looks like I was right,” Allison said with a smile. “Don’t worry, I’m not a demon.”

The man in the suit’s heart pounded even faster at her words. To him, she might as well have been a demon. After all, she had once delivered a crushing blow to the mafia.

“I’ll tell you what you want to know,” the suited man said, taking a slow breath. “But you have to let me go.”

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