?<strong>Chapter 829:</strong>


    “Thank you for helping me find my daughter. As a token of my gratitude, I’ll ensure you make it out safely,” she continued.


    Allison pretended to respond with genuine warmth. “That would be wonderful. Thank you.”


    Before the moment could stretch, Verruckt interjected, his tone direct and businesslike. “The human experiments have been going on for a while. If you want to catch everyone involved, head to Eastshade Dock tomorrow. There’s a major transaction nned, and Josh will be there.”


    Mollie turned her sharp gaze toward him.


    “I recall theb being under your jurisdiction.”


    Verruckt met her stare without flinching. “It doesn’t matter. By tomorrow, the entire Immortality Group could be mine. As for theb, no one will notice when it’s gone.”


    Mollie pressed her lips into a thin line, considering his words. “I’ll think about it,” she said finally, her tone measured.


    She understood dismantling theb would be no small feat, especially with so many influential figures tied to it. But if Verruckt had the power and willingness to destroy it, she was inclined to support him.


    “Tonight has been chaotic enough,” Mollie remarked, her eyes drifting back to Allison. “And this youngdy seems a bit shaken. Why don’t I have a private word with her?”


    Verruckt hesitated. He knew Mollie wanted to speak with Allison alone. He should have refused, as there was always the risk that Allison might reveal something she shouldn’t.


    Yet, after a brief pause, he stepped aside. “Go ahead. I need to discuss something with Jareth anyway.”


    Allison blinked, caught off guard. She hadn’t expected him to give in so easily.


    Mollie, too, seemed amused by his unexpected leniency. After he left, she couldn’t help but tease him with a smile. “Your boss has quite the reputation, a ruthless, untamable force.”


    The remark didn’t surprise Allison. She had overheard simr gossip during the banquet and knew Verruckt’s infamy preceded him.


    “Mrs. ke, is there something specific you’d like to discuss with me?” Allison asked, steering the conversation back on track.


    “Not much,” Mollie replied, her gaze softening.


    “I wanted to thank you. Tonight, you reminded me of my daughter. You’re not like Verruckt, cold and unfeeling. You have a warmth about you, a quiet strength that’s hard to miss.”


    At nearly fifty, Mollie prided herself on her ability to read people, and Allison’s demeanor didn’t escape her keen perception.


    “Alice, I want to give you some advice. Verruckt may seem interested in you now, but people rarely change their nature. If you want to thrive, learn to navigate rtionships wisely. Don’t depend on thempletely.”


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