?<strong>Chapter 478:</strong>


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    Ken’s eyes lifted to meet Ferdinand’s, the gaze so cold that it could have frozen fire.


    Let go?


    That thought had never even crossed his mind.


    Noticing Ken’s simmering demeanor, Ferdinand quickly waved his hand dismissively. “Well, I’ve got other matters to attend to, so I’ll be leaving now.”


    He understood Ken’s temperament all too well. That look on his face was a clear warning. No one in their right mind would dare to provoke him when he was like this.


    With a definitive bang, Ferdinand mmed the door behind him, leaving the room steeped in silence. Ken slumped forward, elbows resting on his knees, his head bowed low, his face obscured in shadow.


    Meanwhile, at thepany, Allison made use of every free moment to monitor the progress of the perfume development. After finishing her lunch, she made her way to the break room. Lately, she had been swamped with work, and her hectic schedule left her sleep-deprived. Coffee had be her lifeline, keeping her awake and focused.


    As the coffee machine whirred to life, her phone lit up with an iing call.


    “Hey, Allison, I couldn’t track down the trader associated with the ck market,” Gordon said, frustrationcing his voice. He had arrived toote, only to find that all traces of the person had been carefully erased, as if someone powerful was orchestrating events from the shadows.


    “That’s alright,” Allison replied, her demeanor calm. She had braced herself for this oue and hadn’t fully expected Gordon to seed. “Do you have any other leads?” she inquired.


    “Yes, I uncovered additional information about the earrings and Fleeinnd. Alongside the earlier revtion that your mother might still be alive, it seems the earrings were a gift from her to someone,” Gordon informed her.


    He knew well that Allison had spent years obsessively searching for her long-lost mother. With this in mind, he earnestly shared the significant findings, hoping to provide her with somefort. “All indications suggest she is alive, but her location remains deeply concealed.”


    Gordon reported this while casually perched on an open-air tform, despite the precarious drop behind him. He bent one knee nonchntly, his rxed posture in sharp contrast to the intensity of their conversation. “So, did I manage to help you?”


    “Yes, you did an excellent job,” Allison replied without hesitation, recognizing the pride in his voice. Gordon’s smile widened with satisfaction.


    However, just behind him, a few battered meny crumpled on the ground, their faces swollen and bruised, smeared with a disturbing mix of mud and blood. “So, Allison… can Ie to see you?” Gordon asked, his voice taking on a more sinister tone as he casually approached one of the fallen men. He ced his polished ck shoe on the man’s hand, applying just enough pressure until there was a sickening snap.


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