The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 614

Chapter 614 Red–Handed

Finished

The door creaked open, and two figures entered the room. At the front was the rotund manager of Workshop One, his expression smug and self–assured. Behind him trailed his most trusted team leader.

“We’ll get the dirt on Sage sooner or later,” the leader sneered. “Once we’ve got proof, he won’t know what

hit him.”

The manager gave a short laugh before adding, “The board’s meeting soon to elect a new general manager. Until then, keep everything spotless. No mistakes. If I climb that ladder, the chair beneath me becomes. yours.”

Mid–sentence, he stripped off his jacket and flung it casually onto the rack beside him–completely oblivious to Theresa standing there in the shadows, treating her like part of the furniture.

“Yes, sir! I’ll take care of it–consider it done!” the leader replied.

“What about that b*stard Sage? Any movement?”

“No, sir. He’s been locked in his office all day.”

While the two men talked, Theresa stood motionless in the corner, pretending to blend in with the shadows. Her eyes, however, were fixed on the open diary resting in her hands.

‘What a stunning woman–d*mn, what a waste. Shame I couldn’t have a little fun before that fool from Workshop Two barged in with his so–called ‘official notice. Always flashing his orders like he’s someone important. He’s not even the general manager, just a puffed–up errand boy.’

‘Pity about that woman, though. They dragged her away before I could enjoy the view. Only managed to brush her hand once–soft as silk. Wouldn’t have minded holding on a bit longer. Oh, and there’s a new recruit, too. No idea if he’s the friendly type, but maybe I’ll send over a small gift. Could be useful–might even help me find a few more pretty faces outside.

That was the last note on that page; the rest tacked back to Sage. Theresa’s eyes snagged on the order from Workshop Two–they’d been the ones given the directive about Tania! On the other side, the fat manager leaned in. “So, is the stash in place?”

“Yeah,” the leader replied. “I paid off a guard, fried the cameras, and shoved the goods under their security booth. We’ll nab them red–handed. Sage’s the operations manager–he can’t weasel out of this. And this load? It’s worth way more than last time he snitched on you. This’ll ruin him!”

“Good. Keep watch. Once that shipment moves, we move on them!” the manager exclaimed.

“On it.” The leader rose and headed for the door. Theresa slid the notebook back into the drawer right where the fat manager could see it, then trailed the leader out the door.

She gave the slimy manager a long, hard look–the same man who’d rifled through the diary and was already jotting notes again. The idea that he had ogled her aunt made her blood boil–he hadn’t seen the

last of her.

She timed her exit to perfection and slipped out of Workshop One. The unloading had been all for Workshop One today; she’d hoped to duck into Workshop Two and grab that file while she had the

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opportunity, but their dock was already cleared and the gates were shut.

Finished

Still, she didn’t leave without notice. Her eyes tracked the leader as he moved away, plotting her next

move.

She made her way confidently toward the guard booth, moving as if the bustling crowd of security personnel simply wasn’t there. She slipped through the swarm like water through cracks –

– completely unnoticed, completely free.

Once inside, her eyes swept across the cramped space before fixing on the floorboards. One plank, slightly off in color and fit, caught her attention. She crouched down, wedged it loose–and froze. Well, what do we

have here?

Beneath the board lay a secret stash, crammed to bursting! Piles upon piles of supplies, stacked deep like someone had tried to hide half a warehouse underground! Judging by the volume, it accounted for nearly a third of the workshop’s total output!

Her lips curved into a sly smile. “Well, isn’t this convenient?” Without hesitation, she reached out, claiming the entire hidden stock into her domain with ease, as if it had been meant for her.

She had barely replaced the wooden panel when a frantic shout pierced the air behind her. “D*mn! We’re short on supplies! Someone’s taking our stuff!”

She didn’t flinch. With a few swift, casual movements, she restored everything to its original state. Then she sauntered out as if nothing had happened, exuding calm confidence.

Outside, a massive formation of guards stretched out–rows upon rows, easily five or six hundred strong. Spotting Quentin near the end, she slipped in beside him without a hitch. No one paid her the slightest attention. As she blended into the line, those nearby instinctively shifted back to make room.

Her “Unseen” ability worked perfectly–she became invisible in plain sight. The denser the crowd, the more imperceptible she became. Nobody suspected a thing as she took her place unnoticed at the edge of the formation. Quentin felt the subtle shift beside him and turned to the figure clad in black.

I’m here,” Theresa said, her tone casual as ever. Recognition dawned on him, and a wry smile curved his lips.

Another one of your tricks, huh?” he remarked.

‘Curiosity doesn’t always pay off,” she replied coolly.

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