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Chapter 815: When they built Fleeingland Lab, they slipped in an emergency exit, Amya explained, spreading out the blueprint across the table and pointing to a purple mark.

Its sealed with a numeric code, and guess what? Only Verruckt has the combination.

Perhaps the escape route was intended for others, which might explain why Verruckt opted out of his usual fingerprint security.

Allison studied the escape door on the blueprint, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully.

It looks like Im due for another visit to the White Stallion Club.

No, Ms.

Clarke, its way too risky there now, Amya countered instantly, her concern evident.

Going back alone? Youd be dodging bullets, and blowing your cover could happen all too easily, she added, her brow furrowed with worry.

Youre not thinking of pulling another rescue for Verruckt, are you? Amyas tone was incredulous.

Hardly.

Allison chuckled, her amusement clear.

Hes strong enough and doesnt need my help, but I need to make him believe that I will be there to save him.

Her words carried a weighty undertone.

She was in this for the long haul.

By now, Mollie would be backing Verruckt up.

With her in the mix, Josh didnt stand a chance tonight.

So, Ms.

Clarke, are you planning to stage another drama? Amya blinked, puzzled.

Youve already earned his trust.

Why stir the pot now? I need that code.

Our team needs a reliable way out, Allison explained, pointing decisively at the purple mark on the blueprint.

His trust is a good start, but its not enough.

I need him genuinely worried about my wellbeing.

Discover whats next on gⱯlnσν????ℓs․????o???? For Verruckt, true trust sprang from shared peril.

Danger often paved the way for opportunity.

Allison was well aware that the allies at Fleeingland Lab, along with Mollie, were likely wrapping up their end of the battle.

If Verruckts luck ran out too soon, well, shed simply have to chalk it up to the harsh twists of fate.

The ballroom was swallowed by darkness as the power cut out entirely.

The air reeked of sharp, bitter smoke.

Verruckt shot a quick look at Jareth, who was busy patching up his wounds nearby.

Are you certain Alice made it out? Verruckt asked.

Yes, Jareth replied calmly, pushing a syringe of painkiller into his arm.

He always kept one handy for situations like this.

When I reached the stairway, I saw a group of men in blackdead.

Whoever they faced mustve been a skilled assassin.

Alice wasnt among them.

Jareth spoke carefully, then turned his gaze to Verruckt.

As usual, his stone-faced boss showed no reaction.

After a brief pause, Jareth added, The driver confirmed Alice got home safely.

She was shaken up, though.

Dont be surprised if she quits tomorrow.

It doesnt matter.

Shes already been sent back to my apartment, Verruckt replied with a lazy chuckle.

Once you set foot in Fleeingland Lab, leaving isnt an option.

Jareth fell silent, mulling over his bosss words.

It was clear that Verruckt had no plans to let her go.

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