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Chapter 128: Thank you for your appreciation, Mr.

Carman, but all I possess are just some modest skills.

Im not excellent enough to work for a company like yours, Allison said with a polite smile as she tucked Rodrigos business card away.

Besides, Im working with Charisma Company to help a friend, so I cant just leave.

Rodrigo, a shrewd businessman, easily caught the hint.

He smiled and stepped back graciously.

Well, thank you for your hard work, Ms.

Clarke.

He withdrew his complaint, and Allison wasted no time heading back to the company.

There was still a mountain of work ahead of her.

Creating 500 handmade bottles of perfume in a single day was no easy task, and the team was already working overtime to meet the deadline.

How many bottles have we completed? she asked as soon as she stepped through the door.

Weve managed 200 so far, came the reply.

Great.

Lets finish the rest together.

I know its been a tough day, but the clients satisfied, and the complaints been dropped.

Once we wrap this up, everyone will get a bonus, Allison announced, her voice filled with encouragement.

The exhausted team perked up at the mention of a bonus, and a new wave of determination rippled through them.

Allison didnt hesitate to jump in, working alongside them.

Her hands moved gracefully, deftly handling ingredients and tools with great finesse.

The day passed as she breezed through the process, assembling a bottle of perfume in a fraction of the time others took.

Dont miss it: gᴀlиovєℓѕ.cоm Her efficiency was impressive, and as the hours ticked by, admiration for her only grew.

They realized her talent and leadership skills were remarkable.

Clearly, she wasnt just here because of connections.

Smiles became more genuine, and compliments more sincere.

Ms.

Clarke, you really are the legendary Scarlet Snake of the perfume world! Youve got an incredible talent! You can just smell the ingredients and know the perfect combination.

Without you, wed be toast, another chimed in.

You dont need to do all this yourself.

Well handle it.

Meanwhile, in a quiet corner, Marcs frustration simmered beneath the surface.

His behavior had become an open secret, making him the subject of quiet disdain.

Watching Allison effortlessly lead the team only deepened his embarrassment.

Under her guidance, perfume production had sped up dramatically.

By 1 a.m., the last bottle was finally sealed.

The team, exhausted but proud, took turns bidding her goodnight before heading home.

Goodnight, Ms.

Clarke.

See you tomorrow! Goodnight.

Allison remained behind, tidying up the lab in the stillness.

As she opened a drawer, she found a small jar of candies tucked away, along with a note signed by Aimee, the shy, quiet assistant.

The note read: Youve been working hard all day.

I didnt want to disturb you, but dont forget to have a candy to avoid low blood sugar.

At the end of the note was a small smiley face.

Allison couldnt help but smile.

Aimee, usually shy and unremarkable, turned out to be surprisingly thoughtful.

A clap of thunder suddenly echoed through the night, followed by a flash of lightning.

Glancing outside, Allison saw the rain pouring down in heavy sheets.

She had just finished cleaning up and was ready to leave when it hit her she hadnt brought an umbrella.

Great… guess Ill wait it out, she muttered.

She stretched, debating whether to brave the rain or take a moment to rest.

Opting for the latter, she sank into a chair and closed her eyes.

What she didnt expect was to fall asleep almost instantly.

Upstairs, Kellan had just signed the final contract of the night.

As he flexed his stiff wrist, his eyes drifted to the lab below, where the lights were still on.

He checked his watch.

Odd.

By now, everyone shouldve gone home.

Perhaps someone had forgotten to turn the lights off? Curious, he wheeled himself over to the lab.

To his surprise, Allison was fast asleep at the table.

Her usually sharp features were softened in sleep.

The faint flutter of her long lashes, dark as raven feathers, gave her a strangely gentle air so different from the cold, composed demeanor she wore during the day.

Kellan felt his own expression soften.

Without a second thought, he slipped off his jacket and leaned forward to drape it over her.

This rains not stopping anytime soon.

Youll catch a cold, he murmured under his breath.

Before the jacket could touch her, Allisons hand shot up, grabbing his wrist with startling speed.

Kellan froze, momentarily caught off guard, before a slow smile tugged at his lips.

Even in your sleep, youre on guard? Ms.

Clarke, youre certainly not like the others.

There was something almost foxlike about her a predator pretending to be prey.

Their eyes locked for a beat before Allison, realizing her reflex had been unnecessary, let go of his wrist.

She shrugged it off, masking the moment with nonchalance.

Im just a light sleeper.

What about you, Mr.

Lloyd? Shouldnt the CEO be home by now? Working this late cant be healthy.

He chuckled softly.

I could say the same for you.

The whole teams gone, yet here you are, sleeping in the lab.

Not afraid of catching a cold? Allison sighed, glancing out at the rain that still hammered against the windows.

My cars parked across the street.

Its at least a ten-minute walk, and I wasnt keen on getting drenched.

I thought Id rest for a bit, but I guess I dozed off.

Kellans voice softened as he offered, Youve worked hard today.

My cars downstairs.

If you dont mind, I can give you a lift home.

Allison paused, then gave a small nod.

That would be great.

Thank you.

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