Babel Novel
Chapter 143
Chapter 143: Allisons expression remained unreadable as she asked, So, what evidence do you have? From the moment Marc started speaking, she had seen through his clumsy trap, recognizing his intent to frame her.
As she watched those who eagerly jumped in to slander her, she mentally pieced together their motives, already knowing their backgrounds.
I dont have any solid evidence, Marc stammered, his confidence faltering.
But Ms.
Clarke, youre the most suspicious.
You need to explain yourself, or youll never clear your name.
Marc had expected her to lose her composure, maybe lash out, but instead, Allison met his gaze with calm indifference as if he were beneath her notice.
His chest tightened.
Her composed demeanor, far from rattling her, left him feeling a wave of anger and humiliation.
Anyone accused of theft would usually panic, at least make an effort to defend themselves.
But Allison remained aloof, refusing to dignify his accusation with any urgency.
Her cold, unwavering gaze sent a ripple of discomfort through the room, shaming those standing before her.
She finally countered, And why should I explain myself? Innocent until proven guilty its something everyone learns in school.
Didnt you attend a top university? You should know that basic principle.
Marc clenched his fists, his irritation deepening.
If this sharp-tongued woman hadnt parachuted into the company, their lives would be so much easier! Catching Marcs silent signal, his group began to stir trouble again.
Thats not how it works here, Ms.
Clarke, one said.
These stolen items are incredibly valuable, and youre the prime suspect.
At the very least, you owe us an explanation.
Another chimed in, Exactly.
People are going to think youre guilty if you cant explain yourself.
And the logs dont lie.
The cameras may have malfunctioned, but the entry and exit records are clear.
You were the last one to leave, and this morning, the perfumes were missing.
Right! Those perfumes are expensive, not to mention off-limits to most of us.
Unless someone… The insinuations were blatant, their voices dripping with malice.
The atmosphere grew thick with tension as they fired argument after argument.
But not everyone was willing to stay silent.
Some of the employees were fed up and began to push back.
Marc, have you lost your mind? someone spoke up.
Did you forget it was Ms.novelbin
Clarke who saved us from that nightmare client just last week? Yeah, and so what if shes an orphan? Shes got more than enough from her company shares to live comfortably.
She doesnt need to steal anything, another added.
And what are you even talking about? You dont have proof, and youre already spreading rumors.
This is ridiculous! Several others who had worked late alongside Allison voiced their support, tired of Marcs gangs constant bullying.
They knew her well enough Allison was a fair and kind woman, unless provoked.
The idea that she would steal was absurd.
Marc, seeing the tide turn, clenched his jaw, his resentment boiling over.
Desperate to regain control, he turned his venom on her once more, this time in front of Kellan.
You cant always know someones true nature, though, can you? he sneered.
Ive heard stories… like how she tried to seduce another mans fiancé.
A lonely divorcée like her maybe she just Before he could finish his venomous sentence, a cold voice cut through the air.
You like to gossip, Marc.
How about I help you keep quiet? Kellans voice was ice, his eyes colder still.
Marc froze, his throat going dry.
Mr.
Lloyd, I didnt mean it like that.
Then shut up.
If Allison hadnt restrained him earlier, Kellan would have already had Marc thrown out.
He hadnt understood why she hadnt retaliated from the start, but now it was clear she was setting a trap, one far more elaborate than Marcs pathetic scheme.
If not for this incident, Kellan might never have uncovered how many snakes lurked in his lab.
His anger simmered as he turned his cold gaze on the group.
You were hired to work, not to spread baseless rumors and slander your colleagues.
Youve turned this place into a circus.
If you cant act professionally, I wont hesitate to fire every single one of you.
He locked eyes with Marc, disgust evident in his expression.
You can start packing your things.
A stunned silence followed.
Marc stood there, dumbfounded, never imagining that Kellan would defend Allison to the point of threatening to fire everyone especially not by making an example of him.
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