Chapter 331: To be honest, Ms.


    rke, I didnt expect you to be a VIP at Cobweb, but we should still tread carefully, Ferdinand remarked thoughtfully.


    I just saw Mny leaving, and she looked utterly shattered.


    Shes the type of person who, when backed into a corner, is likely to strike back.


    I wouldnt be surprised if she plots her revenge sooner orter.


    As he spoke, Ferdinand couldnt shake his curiosity about Allison.


    Who exactly was she? The forty million-dor payment for the badge was linked to her ount, but any connection between Allison and Cobweb remained a mystery.


    The more Ferdinand thought about it, the more intrigued he became.


    Still, since Ken vouched for her, he let his questions fade into the background for now.


    She wouldnt dare confront us directly, Allisonmented as she poured herself a cup of tea.


    People like Mny? Theyll always operate in the shadows, too afraid to act openly.


    The warmth from the alcohol she had earlier still lingered, leaving her feeling slightly flushed, but the teas bitter sweetness brought a rare sense of calm.


    Even if involving the authorities might be a good choice, people like Mny and Colton, who guard their reputations as if their lives depended on it, would rather suffer in silence than risk public scandal.


    Allison had long figured out their type.


    They bullied the weak, feared the strong, and obsessed over their public image.


    No wonder they were drawn to each other two birds of a feather.


    Rest assured, Ms.


    rke, Kens voice was steady and reassuring.


    If they try to cause any serious trouble, the Lloyd familys legal team is at your disposal.


    He brewed some tea with the kind of casual elegance that spoke of wealth without the need for disy.


    The rising steam from the pot blurred his fingers, giving an air of noble tranquility.


    The fragrance filled the room, bringing an almost involuntary sense of peace.


    Ken handed Allison a cup, his movements fluid and calm as the tea poured from the purple y pot into the ss.


    This should make you feel better.


    Ferdinand, observant as always, picked up on the gesture and couldnt hide his surprise.


    Hold up.


    Youve never offered me such fine tea before, Ken.


    Not one to be left behind, Ferdinand quickly brewed himself a cup, his eyes widening when he noticed the pot.


    Wait, isnt this one of Emanuels masterpieces? These pots are considered artwork by collectors, and youre using it to brew tea? His shock was understandable.


    That kind of purple y pot was worth over twelve million dors.


    If any tea aficionados saw this, theyd likely use Ken of squandering a priceless treasure.


    For the first time, it dawned on Ferdinand that his friend was truly making an effort for Allison.


    Ken responded, his tone untroubled, Mr.


    Welsh always said that purple y pots are made for brewing tea.


    Otherwise, whats the point? He nced at Allison, his gaze unwavering.


    Besides, Ive seen things far more precious than a pot of y.


    His words hung in the air as their eyes met.


    It was a casual conversation about teaware, yet the weight of his stare made Allison feel like something more was brewing beneath the surface.


    Unaware of the silent tension, Ferdinand wandered over to inspect the box of tea under the light.


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