Get Ready For Allvar Falck's Ruthless Return

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A few days later, Allvar arranged a meeting with the team from his department to discuss the upcoming project.

As he approached the glass-walled meeting room, he could already feel the disdainful stares boring into him through the transparent panels.

Dressed in a simple gray T-shirt, dark jeans, and a pair of plain sneakers, he knew his outfit would draw attention—especially from people who judged worth by appearances.

When he walked in, the whispering started immediately. No one even bothered to stand up to greet him as their superior. Allvar’s jaw tightened. He could hear the snickers, the faint muttering of sarcastic comments under their breath.

“Is that our boss?” a man near the end of the table mumbled to his colleague, barely containing his laughter. “I thought they were letting in the janitor.”

Another woman, sitting close to the front, smirked. “Who knew casual Friday applied to every day for him?”

Allvar clenched his fists, his patience thinning as the group continued to