RankNovelChapter 24:Allison ended the call and leaned back in her seat, finally wrapping up the loose ends in the villa.
As her hand cradled her head, preparing for a short rest, the screen of her phone lit up with a new message.
She unlocked the phone and saw that it was from Emanuel Welsh.
Allison, how am | going to survive without you When will you cback to Athton to visit me? .
A crying cat emoji followed, completing his tic plea.
A smile spread across Allison's face.
Keanu was always serious and stoic, while Emanuel had the energy of someone half his age.
He was always up to date with the latest fashions and trends.
Everything that young people adored, Emanuel embraced without hesitation.
Before Allison could even think of a response, her phone began to vibrate wildly as Emanuel called her directly.
Allison! You have abandoned this poor old man, rotting in a lonely and quiet city.
Three years have passed and you always dodge my invitations with your 'busy, busy, busy" excuses.
I've been wasting away! You don't even know how many people take advantage ofnow that you're not
around to keep them in line.
Allison instinctively moved the phone away from her ear, letting Emanuel's rant reach its tic crescendo
before returning it to her ear.
And if people took advantage Of him Emanuel, who had built a reputation for being more cunning than others,
was not exactly the most cunning.
If anyone took advantage of others, it was him.
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But despite all his complaints, Emanuel was like a naughty child: he loved pranks and attention.
Con, Emanuel, who dares to mess with you? They don't know you have a legion of students and apprentices
spread all over the world They would be petrified imagining that someone was coming after them with a
sculpting knife.
Emanuel snorted, more irritated than really annoyed.
You don't understand.
I'm getting older.
In my day, | could work non-stop for days.
Now my hands are stiff and every pot, every sculpture.
it seems like I'm repeating myself.
There is no excitement, there is no spark.
The sthing over and over again.
Art was not just a matter of talent, but of inspiration.
And that spark can be dulled by the hustle and bustle of life.
Still, Allison knew Emanuel well enough to sense that that wasn't the root of his concern.
She quickly moved on.
Plus, there's a guy.
He won't leavealone, he keeps showing up like a stray cat that | can't get rid of.
| swear I've tried everything to get rid of him.
Allison raised an eyebrow.
If Emanuel hadn't kicked him out yet, he probably enjoyed his company, even if he'd never admit it.
Now that she no longer had to deal with Colton's housework, and she hadn't seen Emanuel in a while, Allison
glanced at her phone.
and he quickly did the math.
Okay, I'll cvisit you on Saturday.
Emanuel's mood changed instantly.
Seriously, don't kid me, Allison.
You've stoodup before.
I'll be there.
There's no going back.
After reassuring her a little more, he ended the call.
As he walked home, his thoughts began to swirl.
Although Rebecca had been more than generous in offering her a place to stay, Allison knew she couldn't
depend on her forever.
Rebecca already had enough to deal with in her own life, and Allison's prolonged stay would only increase that
burden.
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The money Colton had given her—the four million and the villa—was nothing more than a drop in the bucket.
ocean when it cto their real needs.
He barely covered the maintenance costs of the hacker network he had built.
His true assets, the funds and properties distributed by Vrining, were immobilized and frozen since he had left
that life.
She was ready to leave everything behind when she married Colton, to settle into a simpler life.
But life rarely goes as planned.
Now, she needed to unlock those frozen assets.
When Allison finally arrived at Rebecca's house, she headed to the private room they had reserved for her.
Closing the door behind her, she quickly headed out.
to the shelf and pressed a hidden button.
Four hidden screens emerged from the walls, casting a soft blue glow over the space.
With great precision, Allison navigated to a hidden website and initiated a series of commands to regain access
to her security account.
His fingers moved quickly, entering passwords and executing lines of code.
Screens filled with streams of data, and code flowed seamlessly as she unlocked hidden reserves.
IDs were changed, identities verified, and secure pages accessed.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
In that dimly lit room, bathed in the cold glow of the screens, Allison's face reflected the scold.
His expression was focused, distant and devoid of emotion.
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