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Chapter 137: No one had expected Allison to appear so suddenly, and the air turned thick with shock, especially among those who had been tormenting Aimee.

But it didnt take long for them to scramble to justify their actions, each donning a mask of righteousness.

Ms.

Clarke, we were only teasing her, just joking around.

Moments earlier, they had bullied Aimee, certain that she wouldnt dare to resist.

After all, she had no one in her corner.

But now, with Allison stepping in, the dynamics shifted.

They all knew Kellan had been favoring Allison recently, and if she decided to report them… they couldnt afford to make her an enemy.

But Marcs thirst for revenge hadnt cooled.

He hid his bruised wrist beneath his sleeve, his face stretched into a forced smile.

Exactly! Its really nothing.

Just harmless fun.

We always joke like this, and Aimee knows its never serious.

If you dont believe me, you can ask her yourself.

He turned to Aimee, his smile sickeningly sweet, though his tone carried an edge of warning.

Isnt that right, Aimee? We were just playing around.

Next time, well make sure it doesnt happen here so the boss doesnt get the wrong idea.

Allisons eyes narrowed at Marc, about to retort, when Aimee suddenly nodded, clutching her hand with trembling fingers.

Her voice was shaky, laced with tears.

Its fine, Ms.

Clarke.

They were just playing.

You dont need to worry about me.

Ļ∆ťèśţ ¢♄ΔÞţεЯŠ ¡η Ġałиoνєļş.çø₥ Marcs smirk widened.

It was clear that he had expected this, and even though Allisons expression darkened with rage, Marc wasnt the least bit concerned.

He knew she couldnt make a scene now.

Aimees decision to let it go tied Allisons hands.

If she pushed the matter further, it would look like she was using her authority for personal reasons.

Sensing his victory, Marc grew bolder, stepping closer and giving Aimee a soft pat on the back.

Aimee, well joke somewhere else next time, alright? Feigning innocence, he turned to Allison, his tone almost condescending.

Ms.

Clarke, I think youre blowing this out of proportion.

I know you run the lab, but theres no need to get so worked up over a little fun.

He leaned in closer to Aimee, throwing Allison a taunting look.

This is just the workplace.

Were all colleagues here.

Its only natural we mess around on our breaks.

No need to misunderstand our intentions.

His words carried the thinly veiled suggestion that Allison was meddling where she didnt belong.

Marc reveled in the situation.

If it werent for Allison, he wouldnt be in this mess.

Watching her frustration felt like sweet payback.

He chuckled.

Lets go joke somewhere else… But before he could finish, a sudden, sharp pain exploded in his abdomen.

In the blink of an eye, Allison had sent him flying, crashing two feet back and slamming hard onto the floor.

My back… Marc gasped, clutching at his side, feeling as though his organs had been knocked out of place.

Before he could even gather his thoughts, a lunchbox came soaring through the air, smashing into his head.

The hot soup spilled everywhere, burning him as he howled in pain.

Ahhh! Everyone stood frozen in shock.

Allisons expression was cold, her eyes deadly.

She looked ready to strike again.

Instinctively, the others took a step back.

But Allison wasnt done.

She grabbed a cup of iced coffee and flung it at them.

They scrambled to cover their heads, yelling in disbelief.

Ms.

Clarke, this is too much! What did we even do wrong? You cant just attack us like that! Even if you dont like us! Her actions left everyone in shock.

No one had anticipated her resorting to violence in such a public setting.

Marc, scalded and still smarting from the kick, was now seething with rage.

The pretense of friendliness was gone.

You… you assaulted me! Im pressing charges! He tried to stand, only to collapse under the weight of his injuries.

He had never been so humiliated.

But Allison only smiled, her sweetness laced with menace.

Assaulted you? I was just kidding around, Marc.

You said it yourself this is how we joke, right? And guess what? Theres no surveillance here! Her smile remained, but her eyes were cold as ice, sending a chill down everyones spine.

Then she casually took out her phone and waved it in front of them.

But I did get a recording of your little jokes with Aimee.

Enough to charge you with intentional harm.

Marcs expression twisted in fury.

Who could have imagined that Allison would turn the tables like this, and even have the evidence ready? Her voice was calm as she turned to Aimee.

Dont worry.

Ive got proof.

But instead of relief, guilt washed over Aimees face.

She lowered her head, trembling, as tears streamed down her cheeks.

Ms.

Clarke, please, she whispered.

Just stay out of it.

Allison blinked, taken aback by Aimees words.

It didnt make sense.

Aimee wasnt normally this submissive.

She had once defended Allison against office gossip.

So why was she acting so weak now, when she was the one being mistreated? Unless… they were holding something over her.

Allisons gaze flickered to Marc, who wore a sinister grin.

Aimee was terrified of something.

We were just joking with me! Aimee stammered.

Allisons suspicions deepened, but she knew Aimee wouldnt reveal the truth here, not in front of these people.

So, instead, she straightened and addressed the group.

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