Chapter 188: Half a monthter, Allison and Ken were once again taking Lorna to Vrining for treatment.
I hope this trip goes smoothly, Allison said with a warm smile, cing the luggage in the car before taking Lornas hand.
The little girl followed closely, clutching the ceramic doll that resembled her.
Dont worry.
This time, weve got a private ne from the Lloyd Group.
There will be no safety issues, Ken assured them.
He then smiled softly at Lorna and added, Lorna adores the doll you gave her.
She hugs it every night as she sleeps.
Allison lightly touched Lornas head, lowering her tone.
Really? After we get you better, how about we make some more dolls together? Lorna nodded, though a hint of confusion flickered in her eyes.
Soon, they set off.
With the luxury of a private jet, they only needed to wait at the FBO, which was much farther from the regr terminal.
Ken was particrly serious about this trip, meticulously arranging everything to ensure that no suspicious individuals could approach.
As they drove, Lorna suddenly pointed to an ice cream stand by the roadside.
Allison paused.
It was the first time in a long while that the little girl expressed a desire.
Crouching down, she asked gently, Do you want to eat that, Lorna? Lorna didnt respond but fidgeted with her doll, clearly intrigued.
Ken, recalling how his brother often brought Lorna treats, couldnt help but suggest, Lets go buy some.
Once they arrived, Allison purchased a cone and tasted it.
Its pretty good.
Mr.
Lloyd, would you like to try some? she asked with a smile, offering him a cantaloupe-vored ice cream.
Despite his sensitive stomach and the doctors warnings against cold foods, Ken epted it from Allison.
After tasting, he remarked, Its quite nice.
Of course! Cantaloupe ice cream is perfect for summer, Allison said, enthusiastically handing Lorna another cone.
Lorna, here you go.
The three of them shared a pleasant moment,pletely unaware that a camera was stealthily positioned on the street corner to capture their joy.
Meanwhile, Thea looked over the images she had taken with a mix of joy and jealousy.
After the recent nder incident, everyone in her small group had been fired.
Fortunately, she had cleverly feigned illness, dering she would keep them back, saving her from bing part of the framing operation.
Otherwise, she might have found herself at the police station.
However, her tenure at thepany had been unpleasant.
Her coworkers gradually excluded her, which fueled her hatred.
With this opportunity, she would not pass it up easily.
Thea anonymously posted the photographs on thepanys internal forum and included a provocative post: A gold digger is pleading to win over Ken Lloyd and his illegitimate daughter.
Ken seems disgusted.
How long will it take before shes abandoned? The post quickly attracted attention, generating a wave of curiosity among the employees.
So, the rumors were true! When did Mr.
Lloyd have an illegitimate daughter? The anonymity of the forum emboldened people to share their harshest opinions, leading to rampant spection.
Rich people are so frivolous.
What a pity.
Allison seems pretty, but behind the scenes, shes so servile.
Acting high and mighty in front of us, yet having to please the boss, onement read.
She must be up to no good! Have you heard this? Allison started as the other woman.
She stole someone elses boyfriend.
Fresh from a divorce and already flirting again.
Just look at Kens disdain in his expression.
Shes bound to be abandoned soon, another chimed in.
Thea reveled in the insults and curses flowing through the thread, her eyes shining with delight.
She continued uploading more photos from different angles, adding more fuel to the fire.
This woman, who gets ahead by taking shortcuts, is disgusting.
Allison, get out of this firm! The posts poprity climbed to the top of the forum.
Many people in other departments were unaware of Allisons true character, and the forums anonymity heightened humanitys darker side, resulting in a surge of support for the mob mentality.
Exactly! Allison rke must leave thepany as soon as possible! .
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