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Chapter 747: Understood, Allison said, agreeing without hesitation.

At the restaurants back entrance, someone stood waiting with a large insulated box in their hands.

Excuse me, are you Ms.

Clarke? the person asked, their tone polite but direct.

Thats me, Allison confirmed with a nod.

Without wasting time, they exchanged items efficiently, each understanding the purpose of the meeting.

The person handed her a carefully wrapped bottle of wine.

This is a rare vintage, they said, their gaze meaningful.

The box is oak, so handle it gently when you open it.

With that, they slipped back into the restaurant, closing the door firmly behind them.

Allison didnt need to guess there was something concealed inside.

On her way back, she spoke into her earpiece.

Make sure to charge Jareths card for the cost, Gordon.

Will do, Gordon replied.

After returning to the apartment, Allison wasted no time uncorking the bottle of red wine she had brought along.

As expected, concealed within a hidden compartment, she found a syringe preloaded with a roofie and a stash of small blue pills.

The apartments surveillance only covered the living room, leaving her movements elsewhere free from prying eyes.

Find your favorite stories at galnovels .com Allison injected the roofie into the wine and tucked a blue pill under her tongue.

Afterward, she meticulously arranged the takeout from Maple Tree Restaurant onto a plate and slid it into the microwave.

As the fragrant aroma of steak wafted through the room, the clock struck seven.

Knock! Knock! The sound echoed through the apartment with a punctuality that could rival a train schedule! Allison rinsed her hands at the sink, her movements unhurried, and only after a deliberate pause did she notice the knocking.

She hurried to the door, adopting an air of mild surprise as she greeted her guest.

Right on time, Mr.

Shaw! Verruckts sharp eyes caught her flushed cheeks and sparkling gaze.

Her vitality seemed almost out of place, a stark contrast to the cold, pragmatic world he inhabited.

Im here to pick something up, Verruckt replied.

Of course! Let me get dinner ready while you handle your business, Allison replied, tactfully heading to the kitchen.

Verruckt disappeared into the master bedroom, retrieving a stack of documents from the safe.

When he returned, Allison was setting the table with food and carefully pouring the wine.

She smiled and invited him, saying, Mr.

Shaw, care to join me for dinner? Verruckt remained silent.

It had been years perhaps decades since anyone had offered him a meal prepared with such earnestness.

The spread on the table, though simple, carried an understated elegance.

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