Chapter 374: Mr.


    Lloyd, Lorna has been returned home safely.


    As for Hoyt, weve arranged the car ident as nned.


    If all goes well, hell be bedridden for a long time, Sherman reported.


    Should we have someone at the hospital make sure he disappears permanently? Sherman, having served Ken loyally for many years, knew better than most the depth of his bosss cruelty.


    The only thing that seemed to hold Ken back from acting on his darkest impulses was Allison.


    Kens voice was ice cold as he replied, No.


    Let him experience the agony to the fullest.


    The next evening, Allison nced at the clock, noting the time.


    Its still early, and the Underground doesnt open until midnight.


    Maybe I should gather some friends to help me out first, Allison muttered.


    She considered her n carefully.


    Since Ken had entrusted her with a keepsake from histe mother, she felt a strong sense of duty to reciprocate by gathering information at the Underground for him.


    Yet, knowing she had some time before it opened, she decided to first search for someone who could fix the main program used in the hackingmunity.


    With determination, Allison sprang into action.


    As dusk fell, she approached the Underground, the busiest time of the day.


    People in business attire were wrapping up their work, street vendors shouted to attract customers, and a variety of nighttime figures were beginning to appear.


    She navigated through narrow alleys and past stacks of old warehouses, which seemed to weave a tangledwork around her.


    Finally, she arrived at a small apartment building.


    Taking the elevator to the top floor, she walked down the corridor and knocked softly on thest door.


    From inside, a faint voice echoed, clearly frustrated.


    Ive told you already, Im busy right now! Ill repay the moneyter.


    Do you really have toe by every few days and hassle me? Irritated, Amya Hayes yanked her hair back and opened the door with impatience, only to find a stunning woman standing theredefinitely not a debt collector.


    Taken aback for a moment, Amya narrowed her eyes, certain that she had never met this woman before.


    Miss, are you sure youre at the right apartment? she asked, instinctively moving to shut the door.


    Hold on, Allison said calmly, cing her boot firmly in the gap between the door and its frame as she yfully jingled a set of keys.


    Miss Hayes, you cant just close the door on me.


    Amyas eyes widened in disbelief.


    Those keys belonged to her! Who are you? she asked, her senses heightening.


    Who I am isnt the point.


    What matters is that you could use some money, Allison replied, her gaze scanning Amyas modest appearance,plete with curly hair and ck-rimmed sses.


    Oh, so you break into ces now? Thats against thew.


    Youd better say what you want to say directly and leave, Amya replied warily, studying this seemingly untrustworthy woman.


    It was clear the stranger knew her; otherwise, she wouldnt know her surname.


    But if she wasnt here to collect debts, what was her purpose? .


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