NovelEnglishChapter 348: I thought they were long gone, wiped out, but theyre still crawling back, trying to wrest control of Hackers World from me.
Allisons voice was cold, the frost in her tone unmistakable.
Though Kellan and Ferdinand had done a thorough job cleaning up the mess last time, Allison knew all too well that the true puppet master behind the scenes had yet to reveal themselves.
Rather than sit back and wait for the next ambush, Allison believed it was wiser to strike first.
Gordon immediately caught on to her unspoken plan.
Do you need someone to take care of it? If you find them, kill them.
All of them.
Understood.
There wasnt a hint of hesitation in Gordons response.
He didnt flinch at Allisons blunt, cutthroat approach.
In fact, it made him chuckle.
Cobweb pulled in seven billion last year.
Folks in Vrining have been throwing big money around for insider intel, but last months profits took a bit of a dip... Gordon had a mind like a steel trap when it cto numbers.
He was sharp, and every digit danced at his fingertips.
His voice, however, still carried that telltale rasp of someone teetering on the edge of adolescence.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhen Gordon got serious, he was an entirely different person intensely focused, every trace of his usual carefree demeanor gone.
Allison kept the conversation light, even though a good chunk of that seven billion had already been funneled into various operations and investments.
As the wine in their glasses dwindled, so did the thread of their discussion.
Before long, Gordons sentences began to slur, his words losing their logic as a flush crept up his cheeks.
Allison... I like you... Gordons behavior shifted when he drank.
It was strange, to say the least.
He stayed seated like a disciplined child but would tilt his head with that signature lopsided grin, murmuring how much he liked Allison, his eyes curving into crescent moons as he spoke.
It was clear to Allison that Gordon was fully drunk.
She sighed softly, eventually guiding him to the bed.
For all his youthful charm, Gordon was still a towering figure.
His height made him a challenge to support as he leaned heavily on her shoulder.
Still, all Gordon did was nuzzle into the crook of her neck, rubbing his cheek against her skin and humming like a content but uncomfortable kitten.
You really overestimated your drinking skills, she muttered under her breath.
With a grunt, Allison dropped him onto the bed.
She had assumed that he could handle his liquor better than this.
But after only three glasses, he was completely out of it.
But precisely because he was drunk, he quieted down.
Glancing down, she noticed that Gordons shirt had cundone slightly, revealing the taut muscles beneath.
His skin, flushed from the alcohol, made his lean figure even more striking.
Half-conscious, Gordon gazed up at her, his long lashes trembling as if caught in a soft breeze.
Please... dont leave me.
Im not going anywhere.
Im right here.
Allison couldnt help but find Gordons plea somewhat amusing.
Even drunk, his eyes sparkled as though they were catching every glimmer of light in the room.
Shaking her head with a helpless laugh, she reached out and ruffled his hair, her fingers sinking into its soft, fluffy strands.
Youre drunk, Gordon.
A few playful ruffles turned his hair into a tousled mess, making him look more like a disheveled puppy than the poised young man she usually saw.
The sight of his flushed face, paired with his messy hair, was almost comically adorable.
Eventually, she called for the head of security.
Gordons on the rooftop.
Send someone to take care of him and bring shangover remedy.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRight away.
Wrapped in a blanket, Allison finally allowed herself to relax.
Her gaze drifted toward the sea.
The moonlight danced on the water, its shimmering reflections lectionsresembling stars that had fallen from the sky and scattered across the waves. The weather was perfect, with no hint of an incoming storm.
But when she stepped out of the banquet hall, she noticed the skies had turned dark.
Storm clouds were rolling in ominously, and the air was thick with the scent of impending rain.
Kellan really jinxed it, she muttered, checking her watch.
It was already 2 a.m.
She was just about to hail a cab when a figure stumbled out of the shadows.
Allison... Stop right there! Colton reeked of booze, his voice hoarse and cracked.
His blank expression did little to mask the anger simmering beneath.
So, youve grown close to them in these three years, avent you? Allison lazily lifted her eyelids, not even deigning to reply. Instead, she flexed her wrist, loosening it up.
The past few days had put her in a foul mood, and here he was, om presenting himself as the perfect outlet for her frustrations. It seemed like fate had sent her an unwilling sparring partner.
And this punching bag just so happened to be her pitiful, spineless ex-husband.
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