Chapter 14:Melany stood there, as surprised as he was.
It was one thing for Allison to lose her temper, but to hit and then slap Colton! No one could have imagined that the normally sweet and docile woman would deal such a blow.
The Allison who had previously endured everything without a complaint was gone.
I lost my mind Well, always "I've been like that," Allison commented, wiping her fingers with a wet washcloth, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
It didn't take much to figure it out: Melany and Colton had been involved from the moment she returned to the field.
Mr.
Stevens, your grandfather is discharged tomorrow.
I'll be there.
But as for my invitation to Cobweb, I withdraw it.
Colton opened his mouth to respond, but Allison silenced him with a dazzling smile.
A man as generous as you wouldn't object, right? I mean, you still don't have feelings for me that make you Don't let him pass, right.
His challenge touched a nerve.
Colton's expression darkened.
It's just an intelligence network full of nobodies! You think the survival of the Stevens family depends on Cobweb.
I'll show you that even without her, I'll get the biggest advertiser in Ontdale.
His dark eyes burned with fury, barely containing the coming storm.
Pack up your things and leave tomorrow! Take every last thing that is yours.
I don't want any trace of your disgusting garbage left behind.
Allison smiled at him again, as if his words were nothing more than background noise.
He pointed to the suit he was wearing.
But I designed it.
If it's as dirty as you say, you shouldn't return it.
The suit had always been one of her proudest creations: impeccable tailoring, ruby-studded buttons shining against the smooth black fabric.
Colton had worn it all this time, assuming she had bought it somewhere fancy.
Still furious, he tore off her clothes and threw them at her feet with a sneer.
I imagine someone from your world wouldn't understand.
Take it all, I don't care.
Allison grabbed the jacket without saying a word, then turned around and threw it in a nearby trash can.
Great.
Colton's face twisted in disbelief.
This woman was doing it deliberately, and it was working! Outside, a small crowd had gathered, whispering to each other as they watched the spectacle.
That guy is a kept It seems like they're breaking up and he's giving her back her things, one muttered.
person.
Yes, and you've seen the new girlfriend.
He doesn't waste time after the divorce, said another.
Colton's face darkened further as his words hit home, his temper barely under control.
He was about to explode when he saw Allison walking away, leaving a trail of dust in her wake.
How could he have missed that side of her, the fierceness that hid beneath her calm demeanor.
Meanwhile, in the luxurious suite of the Royal Princess , Kellan didn't wake up until the sun was already high.
The room still had traces of the previous night's indulgence, and the bed was completely messy.
Like a predator waking up from sleep, he lazily approached the other side of the bed.
The pillow was cold; whoever had been there was long gone.
His eyes narrowed and a dangerous glint flashed briefly in their depths.
She reached under her pillow and pulled out a pearl necklace that she had probably left behind when she left.
She turned it over in her hand: a pristine pearl necklace, centered by a bold red agate gem.
The piece was striking, almost untamed, like its owner! Beneath her serene surface, there had always been something wild, something reckless.
Kellan massaged his temples, the vivid image of the lithe silhouette of the woman from the night before still dancing at the edge of his consciousness.
His words echoed in his mind, full of arrogance and confidence.
I will be in charge! Even Kellan had to admit that his movements were abrupt and deliberate.
Although he had not fought in centuries, he had managed to wound him, a sign of the strength hidden beneath his calm appearance.
Kellan had always been drawn to danger like a moth to a flame.
Whether it was the roar of engines in a race or the pounding of fists in the ring, he longed for those moments when he teetered on the edge, when a split second determined everything.
That high was more than just an emotion: it was an addiction.
And last night That had been something else.
A clash of equals.
The kind of encounter that made his pulse race long after the dust had settled.
But what gnawed at him now was the feeling that they were cut from the same cloth.
They had not met by chance, but had been drawn into each other's orbit, as if guided by an invisible force.
Deep in thought, Kellan reached for the phone, but his fingers stopped dead when he saw a note under the gun.
from his nightstand, held by a wad of bills.
The lyrics were a disaster, but the message was very clear: Your performance was terrible.
Consider this your tip after a deduction.
Her eyes darkened for a moment, but then a slow giggle escaped her lips.
That was her.
I could practically see the smug smile he must have had when he scribbled those words.
How could someone be so bold? The idea only increased his intrigue.
He dialed a number and his voice turned cold as he gave the orders.
Take care of those who followed me last night.
Follow the usual process.
I don't want them to come back.
I've already taken care of that.
The voice on the other end trembled slightly, as if bracing for Kellan's fury.
Although we still haven't found out who sent them.
That drug from last night came from Shadow's new stash.
Find whoever was behind it.
Kellan paused and squeezed the necklace in his hand.
And replace out who the woman in room 403 was.
Understood, sir!.
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