?<strong>Chapter 744:</strong>


    Allison offered a sheepish smile, feigning innocence as she gestured toward his desk. “Oh, I wasn’t staring at him. I was just looking at the jar of candies on his desk. They seem… unique.”


    Judith followed her gaze and gave a knowing nod. “Ah, those candies. They’re his favorite. You could say they’re our safety indicator. As long as he’s eating them, it means he’s in a decent mood, and no one’s going to die that day.”


    Allison’s brows lifted slightly, taking in the odd detail. Those candies could definitely soothe frayed nerves. It seemed that a childhood habit had stayed with him all these years.


    It painted a striking contrast. The ruthless leader of thisb, who wielded fear with ease, had once been the fragile subject 005. Somewhere in the grim corridors of his life, that vulnerable boy had grown into the man everyone now tiptoed around.


    Satisfied she had learned enough, Allison excused herself and slipped into the restroom. There, she locked the door behind her, her movements quick and efficient. Pressing a finger to her earpiece, she said in a low voice, “Gordon, I need a roofie. Leave them outside a restaurant and send me the address. I’ll pick them up myself.”


    “Got it,” Gordon replied briskly. He had clearly picked up on the earlier conversation, so he asked, “Just a roofie? Do you need some food? If I remember right, the kitchen’s not really your domain.”


    It was an honest jab.


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    Cooking had never been Allison’s strong suit, but that didn’t stop her from lying with practiced ease. There wasn’t even a flicker of hesitation in her voice. Still, a twinge of embarrassment crept in, and she absently touched her chin before speaking. “I’ll grab some takeout from the restaurant and heat it in the microwave. He won’t notice the difference.”


    Gordon’s chuckle came through the earpiece, light and amused. “Fair enough. I’ll scope out the best ce for you. Only top-tier takeout, of course.”


    Before ending the conversation, Allison asked, her tone softening, “How’s Ken doing?”


    There was a slight pause before Gordon replied, “He’s doing well. You don’t need to worry about him.”


    As Gordon spoke of his rival, his expression remained unreadable, but his hand betrayed him. Without a word, he crushed a cookie into a pile of crumbs, the subtle gesture revealing the tension he refused to voice.


    “Ken is in charge of managing the logistics of the explosives for the mission, so he’ll stay close, ready to act as soon as you give the signal,” he said tly.


    Allison paused, considering the implications. Her mind worked quickly, weighing the pieces of the n. “Alright, we’ll see how things y out in three days,” she finally said.


    But before that, she had a more immediate problem to solve. If she was going to stop the transfer, she needed Verruckt’s fingerprint, and she needed it tonight. This was it. The real game was about to begin.


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