Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine
Chapter 31

Chapter 31: Colton's face darkened, his expression growing grimmer with each passing second as he processed the abrupt dismissal.

When had anyone dared to humiliate him like that? Especially in front of Kellan, the man famous for his icy demeanor, who was now openly praising Allison.

Sitting in his wheelchair with a gray blanket over his knees, Kellan radiated an aura of indifferent nobility.

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Despite his physical condition, his presence was overwhelming.

His words were like shards of ice that crossed the room, and just one cold look from him could freeze anyone.

It was enough to make your skin crawl, as if he instinctively knew to flee before it was too late.

It wasn't until Melany's fingers gently squeezed his hand that Colton came back to the present.

Colton, she whispered, her voice like a silent anchor to the storm brewing inside her.

Colton inhaled deeply, reining in his temper.

He had to remind himself that the immense benefits to his company were worth swallowing his pride.

Although fury simmered beneath the surface, he forced himself to speak in a respectful tone.

Since you're so direct, Mr.

Lloyd, let's get to the point.

His gaze flicked briefly to Kellan.

Sure the man was successful and respected, but what good was all that power if he was bound to a wheelchair for the rest of his life? No influence could change that.

And Allison She could hold on to him as much as she wanted, but soon she would replace herself trapped with a man whose temper was as volatile as his reputation.

When that day came, even if she came crawling back to him, Colton wouldn't lift a finger to help her.

As long as she was willing to help us with this small favor, Mr.

Lloyd, I am willing to offer you ten percent of the shares of the Stevens Group.

All I ask is that you act as an intermediary and arrange a meeting with the president of the Everett Group.

What do you think? This was Colton's ace, his finishing move.

He refused to believe that even someone like Kellan could resist the bait.

Even Allison had to admit that, at first glance, the offer seemed very advantageous.

The Everett Group, after all, was the largest advertising conglomerate in Ontdale, with a name that resonated throughout the sector, although its president remained elusive.

His marketing tactics were revolutionary and many tried to imitate them, but no one succeeded.

Offering shares in exchange for a simple introduction was a big investment on Colton's part, but the potential reward was worth every penny.

For Kellan, this was a win-win .

All I had to do was play matchmaker.

If the deal was closed, Stevens Group's stock would skyrocket and Kellan would collect dividends indefinitely.

Even if the meeting failed, that ten percent participation still represented a fortune.

But then, Allison smiled, a subtle, knowing smile.

Sure enough, Kellan, sitting in his wheelchair, spoke with icy indifference.

You expect me to help you with just that.

His gaze sharpened and his words cut the air like a dagger.

He looked at Colton and Melany as if they were two children lost in a game that was beyond their understanding.

Mr.

Lloyd, you should reconsider, this deal is practically foolproof, Colton intervened, with a slight hint of desperation in his voice.

I'm not short of money, and insignificant gains like these don't interest me, Kellan replied, his tone laden with disdain.

More importantly, ruthless partners are acceptable to me, but reckless ones are not.

Despite his confinement to a wheelchair, Kellan's aura of superiority was unbreakable.

Someone who can't even exercise sound judgment at all.

When choosing partners Tell me: do you think that, with your limited vision, you are qualified to talk about cooperation with someone like me? Allison didn't blink.

Kellan's unpredictability was well known, and he could see how Colton had severely underestimated the man before him.

To Colton, the Stevens family estate was a golden prize, but to someone like Kellan it was nothing more than pocket change.

If Kellan wanted wealth, why would he bother partnering with Colton? He could dismantle the Stevens Group at will and seize any capital he wanted.

Mr.

Lloyd.

Melany spoke softly, with practiced innocence.

But before he could say another word, Kellan's knuckles tapped the table.

The sound was barely audible, but its impact was immediate, silencing her mid-sentence.

"I strongly advise you not to let anyone spoil my good mood today," Kellan said, his voice chilling, infused with a silent menace that penetrated her bones.

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