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Chapter 117: After descending the winding mountain road, Allison steered her car back toward Muisvedo, her attention divided between driving and a phone conversation with the head of the MDH Pharmaceutical Research Institute.

So, youre telling me the drug is still in the experimental stage? How much longer are we looking at? she asked, her voice sharp with impatience.

If Allison wanted to uncover the truth from Kinslee, she needed to find a way to treat his Alzheimers first.

Miss Clarke, as you know, Alzheimers research is a challenging path.

Weve been working on it for years, but there are no quick fixes.

That said, weve made progress.

The drug is advancing through trials, but it requires more time, the voice on the other end explained cautiously.

Allison knew there were no shortcuts rushing things could lead to disastrous results.

She couldnt afford to use an unreliable treatment on Kinslee.

After a brief exchange, she ended the call and refocused on the road.

When she finally arrived at Muisvedo, the warehouse housing the server loomed ahead, tucked away in a maze of alleys and parked cars.

As she exited her vehicle, an oversized electronic billboard across the street caught her attention.

Its colorful display advertised a range of comic books.

Original comic artist Onyx Jimenezs new series out now! Several young women with megaphones were enthusiastically promoting the latest releases.

Nearby, a group of fans buzzed with excitement.

Onyx Jimenez is amazing! Hes the hottest comic artist out there! one of them exclaimed.

Check updates now on gαℓησν????ℓs․com Yeah, and I heard hes young barely in his twenties and really easy on the eyes.

Plus, his stories are killer! another added.

Allison usually dismissed such distractions as noise, but something about the art style on the cover caught her eye.

She grabbed one of the comics and flipped through its pages.

With each turn, her expression hardened, and her mood shifted like a sudden drop in temperature.

Those nearby instinctively shrank back, sensing the unspoken tension radiating from her.

The storyboard, the flow, the plot it was all too familiar.

These were her abandoned drafts from her days in Leswington, now repackaged under a different name.

Her finger traced the title: Onyx Jimenez.

A dry laugh escaped her lips.

So, it was an old acquaintance the editor she had once worked with.

Is this cartoonist really that popular? Allison asked a nearby girl, her voice casual, yet with a hint of curiosity.

The girl blinked in surprise before nodding.

Yeah, Onyx Jimenez is blowing up online right now! Hes even holding a signing event next week at the Commerce Building.

If youre into his work, you should totally check it out! Next week, huh? Allison mused, setting the comic down.

She wasnt one to rush, but for something as amusing as this, she could make time.

The girl hesitated for a moment before asking, Do you know him? Allisons lips curved into a faint smile.

No.

If Onyx had been working behind her back and pulled a stunt like this, there was no chance he would want her to find out.

Everything clicked into place.

After Allison disappeared from Leswington without a trace, it made sense that Onyx had grown bold enough to pass off her discarded drafts as his own work.

In his mind, he probably never thought their paths would cross again, especially not in Ontdale.

There had been a time when Allison would have stormed in, demanding answers from anyone who dared steal her ideas.

But those days were behind her.

Right now, her priority was fixing the server.

After handling things in Muisvedo, Allison returned home, scrubbed the day off in a steaming shower, and collapsed into bed, muttering under her breath, Im losing my touch.

She hadnt worked on servers in ages, and even just a bit of troubleshooting had left her with a pounding headache.

The task seemed to drain more out of her than it used to.

With a resigned sigh, she let her eyes wander to the moonlight spilling across the floor through the gaps in her curtains.

Her thoughts drifted toward the mountain awaiting her the battle to help Kinslee fight Alzheimers.

And, looming like a thorn in her side, was the one person she couldnt avoid Kellan.

She needed to get on his good side, and quickly.

His trust was the key that would allow her to take Kinslee abroad for the treatment she so desperately needed.

Then there was the Charisma Company every corner of their background needed to be thoroughly examined.

No stone could be left unturned.

Mulling it over, Allison decided to send Kellan a message: Mr.

Lloyd, is that company partnership you mentioned still on the table? His reply came almost instantly.

It is.

I keep my promises.

There was no need for further explanation; both of them understood what was at stake without needing to lay it out.

If youre open to it, I can offer you more shares.

Not necessary, 30 percent is plenty.

Kellan hesitated for a moment, typing and erasing, before settling on a straightforward response.

We have a dedicated lab.

Youre welcome anytime, Miss Clarke.

Even showing up once a month will be enough.

I appreciate it, really.

Kellan stared at her message, the words lingering on the screen like a soft smile curling at the edges of Allisons lips.

Before he realized it, he found himself smiling at his phone, lost in thought.

Meanwhile, Jim, who had been walking past the couch, noticed Kellans distracted state.

He had been staring at the screen for what felt like forever.

Something was definitely up.

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