Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 142: When Allison arrived at the lab, the scene was already in chaos.

Ms.

Clarke, something terrible has happened! The labs been robbed! a panicked voice cried out.

Allison frowned as she took in the disorder around her.

Shelves had been ransacked, and several bottles of perfume were missing.

What exactly happened? she asked, her voice sharp but controlled.

Everything was fine when we left yesterday.

Now half the labs in shambles, and there are missing items.

Someone mustve broken in last night.

She stepped further into the room, her eyes scanning the damage.

What was taken? The most valuable perfumes, one of the team members said, his voice trembling.

Several rare collectibles and some of our most expensive base notes.

And it wasnt just theft some of the equipments been tampered with.

Were looking at millions in losses.

Allisons gaze narrowed.

This has to be an inside job.

No outsider would know what to take, let alone how to sabotage the equipment.

Her suspicion wasnt baseless.

These perfumes werent items the average person would recognize for their worth.

Among them were pieces crafted by legendary, now-deceased master perfumers priceless artifacts that could fetch fortunes at auction.

They had been acquired for study, seldom touched, and only accessible to top-level employees.

Even the damaged equipment, though it appeared intact, was no longer functioning properly.

Marc stepped forward, trying to sound innocent.

Whoever did this clearly knew their way around the lab.

An outsider wouldnt know how to sabotage the software like this.

Allison shot him a glance, seeing through his facade.

She turned to the security personnel.

Pull the surveillance footage.

An uneasy silence filled the room.

Finally, someone stammered, We tried, but the cameras malfunctioned last night.

At that moment, Kellan stormed into the lab, his cold voice cutting through the air.

Malfunctioned? What are our people even doing? And of all nights, it happened when we were robbed? Such a large company being robbed was beyond ridiculous.

Kellan was fuming.

The room seemed to shrink under the weight of his fury.

His presence was suffocating, and the team members held responsible fell to their knees, trembling.

Were sorry, Mr.

Lloyd.

We have no idea how this happened.

Without surveillance footage, it was hard to find the real culprit.

Allison exchanged a brief look with Kellan, silently urging him not to act rashly.

She had her own suspicions and a plan.

It was only a matter of time before more of the guilty parties revealed themselves.

Allison began, her voice steady, All personnel entering or exiting the lab have to go through decontamination.

Not to mention the fingerprint and facial recognition scans at multiple checkpoints.

And if anyone internal were involved, theyd leave traces.

An outsider wouldnt… Stand a chance? Allison said, her voice steady.

Its highly possible that this is an inside job.

Her statement sent ripples through the group.

A few people couldnt hold back, chiming in to stir things up, with Marc leading the charge.

Of course, the logs show everything.

But Ms.

Clarke, you were the last to leave the lab last night.

Mr.

Lloyd was right before you.

He glanced around for support.

If anything was tampered with, it had to be after Mr.

Lloyd left.

Theres no way hed steal from his own company.

But you, Ms.

Clarke youre under some serious suspicion.

Others began nodding in agreement.

Exactly.

Ive seen Ms.

Clarke spending a lot of time alone in the lab these past few days, not letting anyone else in, another chimed in.

If something happened, no one wouldve known.novelbin

Marc pressed further, his voice dripping with mockery.

Ms.

Clarke, Ive heard youre in a tough spot.

After your divorce from Mr.

Stevens, you sold off your things, didnt you? I imagine money must be tight.

He paused, letting his words sink in, then continued, And with how obsessed youve been with those perfumes lately, well… some people might say youve taken things a bit too far.

A murmur ran through the group as Marcs insinuations hung in the air.

He sighed dramatically, as if disappointed.

No matter how much you love perfumes, Ms.

Clarke, stealing them is a crime.

Even if Mr.

Lloyd did give you shares, it doesnt mean you can help yourself to company property.

Marcs confidence grew, his eyes gleaming with triumph.

Without the surveillance footage, Allison had no clear way to prove her innocence or so he thought.

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