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Chapter 1185: "You started this, Allison."

Breathing heavily, he lifted Allison effortlessly into his arms.

He carried her toward the sleek black luxury car, his steps deliberate and firm.

"So now, you'll have to take responsibility." Though Kellan's tone hinted at vulnerability, his actions exuded an undeniable dominance and possessiveness as he held her close. As Kellan swung open the car door, he gently set Allison onto the cool, spacious backseat.

Smirking, she teased, "Mr. Lloyd, if I'm taking responsibility, there better be some kind of reward."

Before she could say another word, his lips captured hers in a fervent kiss.

The tinted black car window slid up, concealing everything from the outside world.

"Mmm-"

Allison found herself pressed against the seat as his kiss deepened.

The kiss was rough, almost overwhelming, yet intoxicating.

In the cramped space, Allison's gaze flicked to the streetlights illuminating the world outside the window.

The quiet, sparsely populated area still saw the occasional passerby, making Allison feel acutely aware of her surroundings.

She had meant to tease him, after all.

But she hadn't anticipated Kellan taking things straight to the car.

"You're insane. Someone could see us."

"They won't see a thing."

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"But I can see them."

"Allison, I'll make sure you don't have the chance to notice them."

Allison's breath hitched, and she froze in place.

It dawned on her that teasing him had been a dangerous gamble.

Piece by piece, her dress and undergarments slipped away, each movement heightening the heat between them, leaving their skin flushed and electric.

It was overwhelming, almost unbearably hot.

Her senses swirled in a dizzying haze.

The dampness of the seat clung to her, amplifying the intensity of her heightened emotions.

The dark, endless night seemed perfectly crafted for unrestrained indulgence.

Over the next month, Kellan focused on coordinating projects with Dibya, while Allison and Amya dedicated themselves to restoring the Hacker's World program.

In the early hours of the morning, Amya finally completed the last module. She sighed in relief and passed the computer to Allison. "Here you go, Ms. Clarke. Take a look!"

As Arnya massaged her sore shoulders, a sense of accomplishment washed over her-weeks of grueling effort had finally paid off.

"We've finally completed our mission."

Despite her impressive computer skills, Amya lacked familiarity with the intricacies of Hacker's World. As a result, she handled the initial stages of the repair, but the critical final integration was left to Allison. Even so, Amya gained valuable insights throughout the process.

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