?<strong>Chapter 663:</strong>


    “You can do what you want with me,” she said softly, “but before I die, I just want you to know — I didn’t seduce anyone.” A murmur passed through the onlookers, some showing signs of sympathy.


    Jareth’s brow furrowed in frustration, clearly ufortable with the decision. He would have preferred to see Rowan gone with this poor woman.


    Rowan sneered, arrogance flickering in his eyes. “You deserve this, you wretch,” he spat, as though he was already nning how he’d torture her.


    The guards looked on indifferently, unperturbed by the impending sentence. They were ustomed to death in this ce; hundreds of test subjects perished every day, and cleaners were just temporary hires. No one doubted that the boss would spare a loyal employee over a disposable cleaner.


    Yet Allison stayed calm, her mind working quickly. She calcted the angle and force she’d need to slice a guard’s wrist with the thin de hidden in her sleeve. She would make her move soon.


    Then, without warning, Verruckt spoke again. “Find apetent recement to manage surveince. I don’t want to see him alive again,” he ordered, his crimson eyes cold and unfeeling.


    Everyone froze, stunned. Even Rowan looked up in disbelief. “Boss, you must be mistaken. She’s the one who should die! I’ve been loyal for years!”


    Jareth’s eyes widened as realization hit him. Verruckt had meant to dispose of Rowan.


    The guards moved with ruthless efficiency, surrounding Rowan. “Pleasee with us.”


    Rowan’sposure shattered, and he let out a panicked scream. “Verruckt, no! You can’t do this! It was that woman — she’s the one who seduced me with ulterior motives! I’m loyal; I’m innocent!”


    Jareth, his demeanor shifting, seized Rowan by the jaw and twisted it sharply, making him unable to utter a sound. He turned to Verruckt. “Boss, should we take him to Room 6?”


    “Room 9.”


    “Understood.”


    A bead of sweat trickled down Jareth’s forehead, betraying his nervousness.


    Room 9 was notorious — the termination room, reserved exclusively for failed experiments. It was known as a ughterhouse, a ce where only the most undesirable subjects were taken. Staff members were never sent there. The onlookers hardly dared to breathe, terrified of attracting his attention.


    The order was a clear indication of Verruckt’s fury.


    Allison kept her head down, silent. The sound of muffled sobs broke through the stillness, and she turned just in time to see Rowan, his face streaked with tears, unable to make a sound — looking utterly pitiful.


    Their eyes met for a brief moment, and in that instant, Rowan seemed to struggle, desperately crawling toward her, his body trembling with each muffled cry. “Ugh…” The sound was barely a whisper.


    He seemed to be seeking help from the others or perhaps begging her for forgiveness, but Allison looked away, pretending he didn’t exist. Someone like him didn’t deserve her sympathy.


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