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Chapter 696: Jareths concern shifted back to the gaping wound on his bosss arm.

Mr.

Shaw, you should really get that looked at.

An infection in this lab could be deadly.

The lab was a breeding ground for countless experimental viruses, and even a minor infection could spiral into a disaster.

But Verruckt only responded with a dismissive, Hmm.

The researchers nearby scrambled to offer bandages and antiseptic, keeping a respectful distance, knowing all too well their bosss aversion to physical contact.

They hovered anxiously, ready to assist but careful not to overstep.

While Verruckt methodically dressed his wound, Jareth ventured a question.

Do you remember anything else about the intruder, Mr.

Shaw? Perhaps her voice or her build? Her voice… she mimicked someone, he said slowly.

It sounded almost identical to that of the cleaner.

Alice? Jareth blurted out, a crease forming on his brow.

Could it be her He stopped mid-sentence, merely speculating.

After all, the timid and quiet Alice seemed an unlikely suspect, yet the resemblance in voice couldnt be ignored.

Verruckts expression turned calculating.

Where is she now? he demanded.

Feel the magic on gαℓησν????????s․com Jareths pulse quickened, a bead of sweat forming on his brow.

She should be on the second basement level, he answered, conveniently forgetting that hed recently relocated Allison to the first level.

Fortunately, the intimidating man before him didnt notice it.

Take me to her, Verruckt ordered, wiping the blood from his arm with cold precision.

His face was a mask of indifference as He rose to his feet, his expression hardening as he prepared to hunt down his elusive prey.

Allison crawled through the narrow ventilation ducts until she reached the grating near the cleaning supply room.

She loosened the screws holding the duct cover in place before dropping through the opening, landing with a soft but audible thud.

The pain that shot through her ankle reminded her of her injuries, though she pushed it aside.

The sound wasnt lost on Gordon, who heard it through his earpiece.

His voice crackled, heavy with concern.

Allison, that didnt sound good.

You need to leave.

Now.

Ignoring him, Allison straightened and scanned the room.

The familiar scent of dust and aged wood wrapped around her like a cloak, oddly reassuring in its predictability.

She lowered herself to the floor, exhaustion weighing on her limbs.

If I leave now, its as good as telling Verruckt that Alice is todays assassin, she muttered.

All the disguises shed maintained over the past few days would go to waste.

That doesnt change the fact that Verruckts no fool, Gordon countered.

Hell see your injuries and start piecing things together.

Then you really wont be able to escape.

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