?<strong>Chapter 474:</strong>


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    Damn! Why couldn’t Ken ever hold a normal conversation? Soon enough, Ken’s mood shadowed the entirepany, leaving everyone on edge.


    “I think Mr. Lloyd’s been acting… different,” whispered one employee. “He used to ignore certain things, but now he’s suddenly all strict.”


    “You’re telling me? I went in to submit documents yesterday, and it felt like standing next to a freezer!” murmured another.


    “Yeah, he’s definitely in a bad moodtely.”


    Allison overheard the murmurings, but she kept her head down, steadily focusing on her perfume development. This project was something she needed toplete before leaving Ontdale.


    Compared to Ken, Allison’s mood was calm. In the past few days, she’d received good news from Gordon. For instance, her mother’s whereabouts had surfaced in Vrining, and, thankfully, it seemed she wasn’t connected to the human experimentationb—meaning her mother was alive.


    Better yet, the owner of the earring might know her mother.


    Lost in thought, Allison was brought back to the present when Aimee handed her a list of perfume ingredients. “Ms. rke, here’s what you requested.”


    Since Allison had cleaned up the cliques within thepany, Aimee had been promoted. Now, she stood beside Allison like a trusted right hand, shyly offering a soft smile.


    “Oh, and I brought you a burger. If you’re hungryter, feel free to have it.”


    Aimee’s voice was soft yet steady, though a shy smile lingered on her face.


    “Thank you,” Allison said, carefully stowing the burger. She smiled, patting Aimee’s shoulder. “You’re reallying into your own. Pretty soon, I can leave my tasks in your capable hands.”


    Aimee blushed, touched by the words.


    “It’s all thanks to you,” she replied.


    If it hadn’t been for Allison, who had stood by her when she was ndered by office cliques, she might have fallen into despair.


    Now, she felt reborn.


    However, Allison’sst words stirred unease within her. Entrusting tasks to her hinted at Allison’s departure.


    No, it couldn’t be.


    Aimee clenched her fists at the thought.


    But when she looked up again, she saw Allison walking away, documents in hand.


    “I’m probably just overthinking,” Aimee muttered to herself, watching her leave.


    But she wasn’t the only one uneasy — she suspected even Ken would hate to see Allison go.


    Meanwhile, Allison, unaware of Aimee’s concerns, headed off to the marketing department with her documents.


    When the elevator doors opened with a soft chime, she stepped forward, not noticing someone in her path until she bumped into him.


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