?<strong>Chapter 755:</strong>


    “He’s done a lot for me in the past, and I’m not the kind of person who abandons someone when they’re struggling. But I do appreciate your concern, Mr. Williamson.”


    Herposed response only seemed to irk Jareth further. His polite facade cracked, his smile fading as irritation took over. “Fine, since you’re so stubborn, I won’t waste any more time advising you,” he said tersely, straightening up.


    His tone shifted abruptly as he gestured toward a spot in the office. “You’ve got an hour to organize the documents on your desk. And this afternoon, two important clients will be arriving for a meeting. You’ll be hosting them in the reception room.”


    “Okay,” Allison simply replied before returning to her office.


    Back at her desk, she kept her head down, her movements purposeful and precise as she worked through the mountain of paperwork. Her demeanor was quiet, almost as if she were trying to disappear into the background.


    The events of the previous night lingered in her mind. Though it had been nothing more than an ident, the subtle shift in Verruckt’s behavior hadn’t gone unnoticed. It was clear that he trusted her a little more now, a detail that she filed away for future use.


    Therefore, there was no need to draw attention to herself just yet. Timing was everything, and she knew her best move now was to bide her time and wait for the right moment to act.


    Allison obeyed Jareth’s directions and made her way to the reception areater in the day. As she left, Verruckt watched her go, his brows knitting together in visible annoyance. Was it possible she truly wanted to avoid him that badly? Allison, unaware of his irritation, kept walking toward the reception area without a second thought.


    The people who came up to this level were usually in search of shady deals, which meant there could be other opportunities to take advantage of. Keeping that in mind, she drew closer, only to catch the sound of a voice she recognized.


    “Theb is ourst hope,” said a man in a quiet, urgent tone. “I can’t just stand by while my mother suffers from these headaches.”


    Allison came to a halt, startled. Was that Colton speaking?


    She froze mid-step and stayed quietly by the doorway, watching from a safe distance. Through the crack, she saw the man—it really was Colton. Mny leaned toward him, her voice soft and reassuring. “Colton, I’m sure fate is on your side. You’ll find the medicine, no doubt about it.”


    Mny sighed deeply after speaking, her toneced with regret. “If only Allison had been a little kinder and sent the medicine to Lindy. We wouldn’t have ended up in a ce like this. But no, she chose to give it to someone else instead…”


    Mny’s words faded, the implication sharp and deliberate, clearly meant to stir up bitterness.


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