?<strong>Chapter 649:</strong>


    “The information you’ve uncovered is incredibly thorough. It’s not something easilypiled, is it?” Allison acknowledged, knowing Ken must have expended considerable resources. She paused, meeting his eyes with a sincere nod. “Thank you. I truly appreciate everything you’ve done.”


    The confirmation that Lilian was still alive, and even more, that she was integral to the ongoing human experiments, was a game changer for Allison. Both pieces of intel were critical, pushing her one step closer to unraveling the truth.


    Ken, lounging on the sofa with his legs casually stretched out, leaned forward and reached out his hand, a teasing grin on his face. “If you’re truly grateful, how about you show it properly? Come here and whisper it to me,” he suggested, pulling her into hisp before she could react.


    If you’re serious about tracking down leads on your mother, you’ll need to get Lilian out of there first. She’s the key, especially since she’s the one who managed to steal that earring,” he advised.


    Allison nodded thoughtfully, her arms slipping around his neck as she agreed. “You’re right. And I’ll need a few of your people to set up a perimeter around theb. We can’t afford any loose ends.”


    They were so close that their breaths mingled, the heat between them palpable. Allison sat perched on Ken’sp, his strong arm snug around her waist. The casual intimacy felt natural, like it was second nature to them. His long, muscr legs, bent at an angle, caused the crisp fabric of his trousers to wrinkle.


    “Of course,” Ken murmured, taking her hand and cing it over his chest. “There’s no need for formalities between us.”


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    Allison saw no point in keeping secrets from Ken when it came to this matter. Withplete candor, sheid out her n. “I’m going to blow it up,” she stated, her tone steady andposed.


    Anyone else might have dismissed her words as nothing more than reckless bravado. But Ken wasn’t just anyone; he knew that if Allison set her sights on something, she had the means to see it through. Still, he couldn’t ignore the unmistakable edge in her voice, a deep-seated animosity that hinted at a personal vendetta against theb.


    Without a moment’s hesitation, he took her hand and pressed it firmly against his chest. “Perfect, we haven’t enjoyed fireworks together in ages,” he said with a teasing smile.


    Their conversation, despite its incendiary nature, flowed with the ease of casual banter, as if they were merely discussing dinner ns. The shared look that passed between them was filled with unspoken understanding, a mutual delight in their shared defiance.


    “Thest time we watched fireworks was when we were on that Ferris wheel. Too bad someone was too distracted to enjoy them, lost in a kiss,” Allison teased, a yful glint in her eye. Her words were like a pebble dropped into a still pond, stirring ripples of memories they both cherished.


    Even if some details had blurred with time, she vividly recalled Ken’s bold confession that night. “Ms. rke, I am yours, always.”


    And the way they had passionately kissed then, fierce and consuming, as though they could devour each other whole. Ken’s grip on her hand tightened.


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