?<strong>Chapter 921:</strong>


    Before their sh could spiral further, Allison stepped in, her patience clearly worn thin.


    “That’s enough, both of you,” she snapped, her sharp tone cutting through the tension. “If you want to keep arguing, take it outside.”


    Amya, who had been observing quietly, wasn’t the least bit surprised. After all, Allison was irresistibly captivating.


    Shifting her focus, Allison turned to Amya, her expression growing serious. “Amya, what’s Lilian’s current status?”


    “Lilian is stable for now. No additional neuroactive drugs have been administered,” Amya replied, handing a detailed report to Allison.


    “We’ve been monitoring her carefully, and she’s regained the ability tomunicate normally,” Amya added.


    Allison’s eyes lit up at the news, a rare flicker of genuine interest crossing her face. “Can I see her now?”


    “Yes, you can, but…”


    Amya hesitated, ncing at Gordon.


    “There’s something urgent we need to address first,” Gordon interjected, pulling out his phone. He opened a surveince video from the past two days and handed it to Allison. “Since we returned, the mafia has been tailing us. At first, I didn’t want to bother you, but their numbers have grown significantly today. Their intent isn’t clear yet, but it’s concerning,” Gordon exined.


    Allison studied the footage intently.


    In the dim corners of streets and the café across from their base, mafia operatives were stationed in in sight. Their deliberate presence was a tant show of power, exuding silent intimidation.


    “Pull them out and handle the situation. It’s obvious they’re here to cause trouble,” Allison said, her sharp gaze fixed on their hidden positions. She was fully aware of their intentions. “If you can, take one alive. We need to extract information about Daniel.”


    “Leave it to me,” Gordon replied with a curt nod. Even without Allison’s orders, he had already decided to deal with them.


    Allison rose from her seat, her tone firm as she added, “Gordon, team up with Amya for this. I have something to discuss with Lilian now.”


    “Understood. We’ll head out now,” Amya responded, leaving the documents with Allison. “By the way, Mr. Lloyd knows the location of the test subjects.”


    Though Gordon hesitated, he knew he had no choice but toply.


    Before leaving, he issued a stern reminder. “Just so you’re aware, the drug experiments have significantly boosted Lilian’s speed and strength. Be careful.”


    Allison’s lips curved into a confident smile. “Ken is here too. I’ll be fine.”


    Gordon’s eyes darted to Ken, his expression tense. “Mr. Lloyd, please make sure nothing happens to her. If she gets hurt…”


    “You’ll answer to me.”


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