Chapter 931: Chapter 931

Chapter 931:

“Fine,” Allison answered without hesitation. She wasn’t interested in taking his life. Information about Daniel mattered far more.

“Only if you’re being honest.”

The man swallowed nervously and nodded. “Of course. I was sent by Daniel,” he said. “He wants us to find you and figure out a way to capture you.”

Allison tilted her head, her eyes narrowing. “Where is he now?”

The man shifted uncomfortably, his gaze flicking to his tied hands.

“Ms. Clarke, could you untie me first?” he asked, his voice pleading. “That way, I can draw you a map.”

Kellan’s voice was cold as ice. “Don’t even think about pulling any stunts.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Allison lifted her chin, acting as though she were completely unfazed by the tension in the air. “Untie him.” Deep down, she knew it was risky.

Kellan hesitated but realized that Allison had her reasons. With a sigh, he agreed.

“If you even think about anything else, you’ll regret it,” Kellan threatened, slicing through the ropes while shooting a deadly look at the man in the suit.

“Don’t worry, I’ll stay calm,” the man replied, nodding as if he had surrendered completely.

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But as he saw the ropes fall away, his thoughts began to spin. He was already planning his next move. The door was just within reach. He could make a run for it.

“Ms. Clarke, could you please get me a piece of paper…”

“Ah!!!” Just as he was about to make up an excuse, he screamed in agony.

Allison had quickly slashed his Achilles tendon with a knife, and blood poured out in a steady flow.

She casually returned to her chair, looking completely calm and collected.

“No need for paper,” she said. “You can use your blood to write on the floor. I’ll get the idea.”

The smooth white marble floor mirrored Allison’s image. At that moment, the man realized he was up against a monster.

This woman wasn’t someone who could be fooled. She had the cold, ruthless efficiency of an assassin.

“I… I’ll write…” the man stuttered, his body soaked in sweat from the excruciating pain.

Despite the pain, he didn’t dare stop. He used his fingers to smear the blood across the floor.

His escape plan had completely fallen apart — his tendons were cut, and now he would never walk again.

Kellan handed Allison a handkerchief and said, “Allison, let me take care of things like this next time.”

Allison took the handkerchief and shrugged. “It’s nothing. I can handle it just fine.”

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