?<strong>Chapter 815:</strong>


    “When they built Fleeinnd Lab, they slipped in an emergency exit,” Amya exined, spreading out the blueprint across the table and pointing to a purple mark. “It’s sealed with a numeric code, and guess what? Only Verruckt has thebination.”


    Perhaps the escape route was intended for others, which might exin why Verruckt opted out of his usual fingerprint security. Allison studied the escape door on the blueprint, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully.


    “It looks like I’m due for another visit to the White Stallion Club.”


    “No, Ms. rke, it’s way too risky there now,” Amya countered instantly, her concern evident. “Going back alone? You’d be dodging bullets, and blowing your cover could happen all too easily,” she added, her brow furrowed with worry. “You’re not thinking of pulling another rescue for Verruckt, are you?” Amya’s tone was incredulous.


    “Hardly.” Allison chuckled, her amusement clear. “He’s strong enough and doesn’t need my help, but I need to make him believe that I will be there to save him.” Her words carried a weighty undertone. She was in this for the long haul.


    By now, Mollie would be backing Verruckt up. With her in the mix, Josh didn’t stand a chance tonight. “So, Ms. rke, are you nning to stage another drama?” Amya blinked, puzzled. “You’ve already earned his trust. Why stir the pot now?”


    “I need that code. Our team needs a reliable way out,” Allison exined, pointing decisively at the purple mark on the blueprint. “His trust is a good start, but it’s not enough. I need him genuinely worried about my wellbeing.”


    For Verruckt, true trust sprang from shared peril. Danger often paved the way for opportunity.


    Allison was well aware that the allies at Fleeinnd Lab, along with Mollie, were likely wrapping up their end of the battle. If Verruckt’s luck ran out too soon, well, she’d simply have to chalk it up to the harsh twists of fate.


    The ballroom was swallowed by darkness as the power cut out entirely. The air reeked of sharp, bitter smoke. Verruckt shot a quick look at Jareth, who was busy patching up his wounds nearby.


    “Are you certain Alice made it out?” Verruckt asked.


    “Yes,” Jareth replied calmly, pushing a syringe of painkiller into his arm. He always kept one handy for situations like this.


    “When I reached the stairway, I saw a group of men in ck—dead. Whoever they faced must’ve been a skilled assassin. Alice wasn’t among them.” Jareth spoke carefully, then turned his gaze to Verruckt. As usual, his stone-faced boss showed no reaction.


    After a brief pause, Jareth added, “The driver confirmed Alice got home safely. She was shaken up, though. Don’t be surprised if she quits tomorrow.”


    “It doesn’t matter. She’s already been sent back to my apartment,” Verruckt replied with azy chuckle. “Once you set foot in Fleeinnd Lab, leaving isn’t an option.” Jareth fell silent, mulling over his boss’s words. It was clear that Verruckt had no ns to let her go.


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