Chapter 22:Stop there! Colton's voice echoed through the villa as he watched in disbelief as even the wallpaper was ripped from the walls.
He stormed inside, only to be greeted by an almost sterile space.
The couches were gone, the rugs had been removed, and even the large crystal chandeliers had been dismantled.
Years ago, Allison had chosen every detail of this place, meticulously designing it to perfection.
But now, it felt like someone was erasing all traces of her.
Where the hell are the security guards? Colton's face turned red with anger.
I pay them a fortune, and they can't even keep the place safe for me.
As he fumbled for his phone, ready to call for backup, the man leading the operation stepped forward, offering a courteous bow.
“I'm sorry, sir, but we are not trespassing.
All of this is perfectly legal.
His ex-wife requested it and we have all the documentation.
Everything is being recorded by surveillance, so you are welcome to check the details at any time.
Colton was speechless.
He didn't expect Allison to go this far.
Sensing his frustration, Melany put her arms around his waist, her voice soft and reassuring.
Colton, don't be mad.
Allison is probably just venting.
You two were married.
You should let him vent.
A little decency never hurts.
Her tone was sweet, but the petulance beneath it was undeniable.
Plus, she's an orphan.
She took away four million in the divorce, but after living as a society lady for so long, how is she going to return to a simple life? Selling some things is to be expected.
Colton's jaw tensed, his anger simmering low.
Sensing her moment, Melany added: Honestly, it's better to let him keep this stuff.
You wouldn't want to see her fighting, would you.
Of course, the more they had, the better.
Melany's eyes scanned the villa with satisfaction.
She knew that the trick to keeping a man was to discreetly insert herself into his world.
Once she became Colton's wife, this place would be hers, and she would make sure it reflected her tastes from top to bottom.
After all, living in a space that had belonged to another woman.
That was unthinkable.
Colton frowned.
, deep in thought.
I used to feel guilty for her, but this is her true colors, trying to make her way in a life she never belonged in.
Allison is erasing the last bit of pity I had left.
Even if he ends up penniless, I won't feel a shred of remorse.
As soon as those words left his mouth, the man in the suit looked at Colton strangely.
He cleared his throat and answered a call, deliberately putting it on speaker.
Miss Clarke, everything has been arranged as you requested.
Allison's voice came, calm and firm.
Good.
Take the items to the auction house.
Melany smiled, with a smug expression.
Looks like Allison has some brains after all… But before he could finish his thought, Allison's cold voice cut through the air.
And as I've ordered, auction off everything that can be sold, and donate the proceeds directly to charity.
As for the rest, destroy it.
Don't leave a trace.
Understood, the man responded, in a professional tone.
He hung up politely, but the satisfaction on his face was unmistakable, while Melany's smugness quickly turned to disbelief.
The others, however, were not so calm.
Miss Clarke is something else, one of them laughed.
That blue porcelain vase is undoubtedly antique.
It could be worth a fortune, but she donates the money to charity.
Yes, she said she didn't want to leave any of her things in a 'dirty place.
' Dress that classy and generous.
Every comment felt like a dagger to Melany's pride.
Moments ago, she had confidently assumed that Allison was selling everything to survive.
But Allison wasn't selling these things for her own benefit.
He donated everything, and what couldn't be sold, he made sure to destroy: every trace of his life here, erased without a second thought.
Colton frowned, deep in thought.
I used to feel guilty for her, but this is her true colors, trying to make her way in a life she never belonged in.
Allison is erasing the last bit of pity I had left.
Even if he ends up penniless, I won't feel a shred of remorse.
As soon as those words left his mouth, the man in the suit looked at Colton strangely.
He cleared his throat and answered a call, deliberately putting it on speaker.
Miss Clarke, everything has been arranged as you requested.
Allison's voice came, calm and firm.
Good.
Take the items to the auction house.
Melany smiled, with a smug expression.
Looks like Allison has some brains after all… But before he could finish his thought, Allison's cold voice cut through the air.
And as I've ordered, auction off everything that can be sold, and donate the proceeds directly to charity.
As for the rest, destroy it.
Don't leave a trace.
Understood, the man responded, in a professional tone.
He hung up politely, but the satisfaction on his face was unmistakable, while Melany's smugness quickly turned to disbelief.
The others, however, were not so calm.
Miss Clarke is something else, one of them laughed.
That blue porcelain vase is undoubtedly antique.
It could be worth a fortune, but she donates the money to charity.
Yes, she said she didn't want to leave any of her things in a 'dirty place.
' Dress that classy and generous.
Every comment felt like a dagger to Melany's pride.
Moments ago, she had confidently assumed that Allison was selling everything to survive.
But Allison wasn't selling these things for her own benefit.
He donated everything, and what couldn't be sold, he made sure to destroy: every trace of his life here, erased without a second thought.
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