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Chapter 744: Allison offered a sheepish smile, feigning innocence as she gestured toward his desk.

Oh, I wasnt staring at him.

I was just looking at the jar of candies on his desk.

They seem… unique.

Judith followed her gaze and gave a knowing nod.

Ah, those candies.

Theyre his favorite.

You could say theyre our safety indicator.

As long as hes eating them, it means hes in a decent mood, and no ones going to die that day.

Allisons brows lifted slightly, taking in the odd detail.

Those candies could definitely soothe frayed nerves.

It seemed that a childhood habit had stayed with him all these years.

It painted a striking contrast.

The ruthless leader of this lab, who wielded fear with ease, had once been the fragile subject 005.

Somewhere in the grim corridors of his life, that vulnerable boy had grown into the man everyone now tiptoed around.

Satisfied she had learned enough, Allison excused herself and slipped into the restroom.

There, she locked the door behind her, her movements quick and efficient.

Pressing a finger to her earpiece, she said in a low voice, Gordon, I need a roofie.

Leave them outside a restaurant and send me the address.

Ill pick them up myself.

Got it, Gordon replied briskly.

He had clearly picked up on the earlier conversation, so he asked, Just a roofie? Do you need some food? If I remember right, the kitchens not really your domain.

It was an honest jab.

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com Cooking had never been Allisons strong suit, but that didnt stop her from lying with practiced ease.

There wasnt even a flicker of hesitation in her voice.

Still, a twinge of embarrassment crept in, and she absently touched her chin before speaking.

Ill grab some takeout from the restaurant and heat it in the microwave.

He wont notice the difference.

Gordons chuckle came through the earpiece, light and amused.

Fair enough.

Ill scope out the best place for you.

Only top-tier takeout, of course.

Before ending the conversation, Allison asked, her tone softening, Hows Kellan doing? There was a slight pause before Gordon replied, Hes doing well.

You dont need to worry about him.

As Gordon spoke of his rival, his expression remained unreadable, but his hand betrayed him.

Without a word, he crushed a cookie into a pile of crumbs, the subtle gesture revealing the tension he refused to voice.

Kellan is in charge of managing the logistics of the explosives for the mission, so hell stay close, ready to act as soon as you give the signal, he said flatly.

Allison paused, considering the implications.

Her mind worked quickly, weighing the pieces of the plan.

Alright, well see how things play out in three days, she finally said.

But before that, she had a more immediate problem to solve.

If she was going to stop the transfer, she needed Verruckts fingerprint, and she needed it tonight.

This was it.

The real game was about to begin.

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