?<strong>Chapter 716:</strong>


    Allison took the phone without a word, her expression unreadable as she nced at the screen before tucking it away. “Good,” she murmured, her tone almost casual. “That clears up all my questions.”


    She leaned in slightly, her piercing gaze locking onto his. Her eyes reflected the terror etched across his face like a cruel mirror. Her voice, soft yet cutting, drifted through the silence. “Before you die, do you have anything you’d like to ask me?”


    Yashiro’s pupils shrank to pinpricks. “You!”


    Only then did it dawn on him — Allison had never nned to let him walk away alive. Realizing that his fate was sealed, he drew upon every ounce of courage and venom, lunging toward the door like a desperate animal. “Someone get in here! Kill this woman! Kill her!” He bolted for the exit.


    The distance was short, the neon lights just beyond reach, their glow promising salvation. In his mind, his men would storm in any second and tear Allison apart. However, it was toote.


    A sudden, icy sensation crept across his neck. Allison moved like a shadow in a thunderstorm — silent, swift, and inescapable. Her hand mped around his throat with a predator’s precision.


    “In your next life, try a little kindness,” she murmured, her voice colder than winter steel.


    Yashiro couldn’t glimpse her face, but her words carried the unmistakable weight of death. The protest froze on his lips, cut short by the sickening crack of his neck snapping. His eyes widened in one final moment of disbelief before he crumpled to the floor, lifeless before thest syble could escape him.


    His dying shout finally reached the ears of those outside.


    The gang members rushed to wrench open the warehouse door, just in time to see their boss crumple to the floor. His bodyy facing the door, his head unnaturally twisted toward the woman who stood motionless.


    His neck was grotesquely contorted, his death a brutal testament to the cold finality of Allison’s wrath.


    “Mr. Cullen… Mr. Cullen!”


    “You still haven’t learned to follow orders,” Allison said, her tone calm as she nced at the men standing in the doorway. “Didn’t he tell you to stay out of it, no matter what happened?”


    The thugs stood motionless for a brief moment, then realization struck them. The woman before them had just killed their boss. Anger red in their eyes. “Kill her! Avenge Mr. Cullen!”


    With those words, they lunged at her.


    “All right, let’s make this interesting.”


    Without missing a beat, Allison drew her gun.


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