Chapter 379: Amya, your task tonight is to watch the entrance, Allison instructed, giving her a light pat on the shoulder.


    She handed Amya photos of Mny and Colton.


    If they show up, call Gordon.


    Hell take care of them and deal with them in a corner.


    Allison had already informed Gordon about the Underground, and he was on his way.


    In such a chaotic atmosphere, Allison needed help managing any potential threats.


    Go all out.


    The harder you hit, the bigger the bonus I might give you, she said, lifting her helmet to reveal her striking light purple contact lenses.


    The arrogance in her voice felt viinous, and Amya couldnt help but blush.


    Uh… Okay… Sure.


    It seemed that no one could resist the allure of a beautiful face.


    But as soon as she finished speaking, a thought crossed Amyas mind.


    Do you have a grudge against them? She examined the photos closely.


    The woman in the image looked pitiful but had a harsh expression, her brows knitted together as if she were constantly calcting.


    The man beside her was instantly familiar.


    He was the renowned CEO of Stevens Group.


    However, in the photograph, he appeared more like a sugar baby,cking the charisma he usually exuded.


    Theyre not enemies, exactly, but they cling to us like ghosts that refuse to move on, Allison muttered, narrowing her eyes as yesterdays investigation yed through her mind.


    Gordon had sent word that Colton and Mny had already secured seats for the Underground race.


    Regardless of their intentions, Allison knew waiting for them to make a move wasnt an optiontaking control was.


    Her mind shed back to that night at the auction when Colton had the audacity to ask if they could still be friends.


    The memory made her skin crawl with disgust.


    From what Ive gathered, Mny has her own agenda tonight.


    So when the timees, dont hesitatehit hard.


    Her tone was icy, dripping with contempt.


    How did Hoyt know the location of Athton and even Emanuels residence? The answer was obvious.


    It could only have been Mny who leaked the information, especially since shed been in touch with themtely.


    Most of the others they interacted with were long-time Athton locals, loyal friends of Emanuel.


    Selling him out for money didnt seem usible.


    At least there was one piece of good news.


    Hoyt, after leaving Athton, had mysteriously gotten into a car ident and was now bedridden.


    Uh, Ms.


    rke, just to rify, my only job is to call Gordon, right? Im not good at trading punches, Amya nervously chimed in, her voice shaky as she fidgeted with her hands.


    Her small frame didnt exactly scream intimidating.


    Allison cast azy nce in her direction.


    Entry-level stuff.


    Amya blinked in disbelief and pointed at herself.


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