?<strong>Chapter 671:</strong>


    “Mr. Williamson, please take back those words. My boyfriend and I are in a good ce, and I wouldn’t dream of getting involved in anything inappropriate with Mr. Shaw.”


    Jareth’s eyes narrowed, clearly enjoying the power dynamic. If there was no tension to exploit, he was more than willing to create some.


    The car ride ended shortly after that brief exchange. As the vehicle came to a halt, Jareth rolled down the window, peering out at the bleak surroundings of the gray zone of Vrining, a ce infamous for its anonymity, where no one asked questions or checked IDs.


    “This isn’t a suitable ce for someone like you. Think it over, Alice,” he said, his voice deceptively gentle but tinged with obvious superiority.


    Allison nodded politely. “I’ll consider it,” she replied before quickly stepping out of the vehicle.


    The moment the car disappeared around the corner, the look of obedientpliance on her face vanished, reced by a cold, emotionless mask. She swiftly entered the dpidated building and stepped into the rickety elevator. Pulling a chip from her pocket, she swiped it against a hidden panel, triggering a sequence of beeps. “Beep, beep, beep—”


    The elevator recognized the chip and shot downward, bypassing all regr floors until it reached a concealed basement.


    As the doors slid open, a cheerful voice called out, “Allison, you’re finally back!”


    Gordon approached her with a broad grin, eagerly taking the bags from her hands.


    “Today was quite the ordeal,” Allison said, rubbing her neck with a sigh.


    “You’ve worked hard, Ms. rke,” Amya said, adjusting her sses with a hint of relief in her eyes. She had been monitoring the mission closely and was clearly d to see Allison return unharmed. “All set as you requested.”


    Amya ced aptop on the table, revealing a screen filled with live surveince feeds from various sections of the research institute. The footage covered nearly every critical area. Allison nodded appreciatively.


    “Impressive work, Amya.”


    Amya blushed slightly. “I had some help from Mr. Herbert.”


    Not one to miss his moment, Gordon sidled up to Allison, clearly fishing for his own share of praise.


    “That’s right, Allison. We worked together to finish this task. Surely you won’t let the credit go to her alone, will you?”


    Allison chuckled softly. “You’re impressive too, Gordon. That’s why I trust you two with the tough assignments.”


    “Of course,” Gordon said with a satisfied grin, handing her a steaming cup of coffee. “But I have to ask, what about Ken? Didn’t hee back with you?”


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