Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine
Chapter 48

Chapter 48: Kellan was sitting on the edge of his spacious, luxurious bed, staring at the medical report in his hands, his face expressionless.

This mansion was his private retreat.

His doctor, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses, said: Mr.

Lloyd, your wounds were treated with great care when you were first injured.

There was no further damage, so his recovery is progressing smoothly…Kellan was barely listening.

The doctor's words seemed like distant echoes, but each one of them seemed to hammer the man kneeling next to his bed.

Sherman Harrison, Kellan's longtime assistant, was kneeling in a posture of deep regret.

He knew whose fault it was.

When the doctor left, Sherman, his face full of shame, said, I screwed up.

He should have detected the danger earlier….

Enough, Kellan cut him off, in a sharp but controlled tone.

The tension in the room was suffocating, and the weight of Kellan's presence made it difficult for anyone to stand firm.

The person responsible was responsible.

captured, Sherman explained, trying to refocus the conversation.

He had been at Kellan's side for years and knew that Kellan never liked to bring up the past, but was more focused on seeking revenge.

He's one of Hoyt's people, but no matter what we've done, he won't confess.

Throw him into international waters.

You know what to do.

Sherman replied, I'll take care of it.

Kellan's fingers traced the pages of the book idly.

There is no doubt that my dear stepbrother's skills are improving.

However, I heard that your company's finances are not looking very good.

If there is an audit, your cash flow could dry up.

Bankruptcy is not far away.

I understand perfectly, Sherman replied, taking the hint.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, filling the room with a warmth that Kellan may have ignored as he stared outside, lost in thought.

Then, almost absent-mindedly, he asked, "What did you replace out about Allison Clarke's stay on the island?" Sherman visibly stiffened and sweat broke out on his forehead.

Nothing concrete yet.

Everything seems clean on the surface.

People saw her during those years, but there is no trace of what she did.

His parents' backgrounds are also blank.

Kellan was not surprised.

That woman was like a puzzle with half the pieces missing.

Sherman, still kneeling, asked cautiously: We took care of her.

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discreetly.

After all, she saw you standing.

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.

Kellan put the book aside and He closed his eyes briefly.

There's no need.

Sherman hesitated, confused.

It wasn't like Kellan to leave loose ends.

But Kellan had his reasons.

Without further insistence, Sherman left.

In reality, Kellan knew that Allison was not to be trifled with.

She was cunning, calculating, perhaps even more dangerous than him.

Although she wasn't an ally, she wasn't an enemy he had to deal with at the moment either.

More than anything, Kellan wasn't sure if Allison would be intrigued by the idea of ​​collaborating with him.

Allison.

His name escaped her lips.

You're quite an enigma.

He remembered the time she had coldly squeezed his jaw and forced him to swallow poison.

Her image became confused with that of the shadowy figure that night - both mysterious, both dangerous - and yet he found himself drawn to her, against his better judgment.

Slowly, Kellan put a hand to his chest, where the memory of Allison applying the ointment remained.

He could still feel his fingers and had not forgotten the sting of his blade.

Meanwhile, the phone on the nightstand buzzed incessantly.

Kellan's lips curved into a slight smile.

Could it be that Allison had finally decided to ally himself with him? Maybe she needed his knowledge for something.

Have you made up your mind, he asked quietly.

On the other end of the line, the director froze, momentarily taken aback by Kellan's unusually relaxed tone.

He looked at the calendar out of pure reflex.

It was a normal day at work, so why was Mr.

Lloyd in such an unusually good mood Eh… Sir, I'm Adam.

Adam Westwood.

Kellan blinked and was speechless.

The manager's tentative tone brought him back to reality and he looked at the phone, realizing that it wasn't Allison calling after all.

It was Adam Westwood, the company's CEO.

Charisma.

What's happening Kellan's voice changed, cold and controlled, with no trace of the previous warmth.

S-Sir, everything is ready as you asked, Adam stammered, nervously wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead.

Kellan's unpredictable mood never failed to bother him, and now Adam wondered if he had imagined the previous kindness.

We have organized all the journalists and media outlets for the Perfumery Competition, and we have secured the necessary investors.

The Carisma Company is had poured into this event, investing resources to make the contest a spectacle that would define the industry.

Adam had pulled strings, gathered media contacts, and sent out press releases designed to put Charisma at the center of everything.

Our market value has been steadily rising this month, sir, Adam added, reviewing the financial statements he had.

on the table.

He knew that Kellan's participation in the International Perfumery Competition under the Carisma banner had catapulted the company to stardom overnight.

But despite the clamor, Kellan remained an enigma, never appearing on the scene.

His absence from the public eye only fueled the media's obsession with him, turning the Charisma company into a constant source of fascination.

Good.

Make sure everything stays on track, Kellan responded, asking a few more detailed questions before hanging up.

In reality, although the world knew him for his mastery of ceramics, his true talent had always been in the art of perfumery.

He had received praise in all corners of the world, surpassing countless competitors.

But only one competitor had defeated him.

Scarlet Serpent! Only that code name haunted him.

An unassuming figure, supposedly in his sixties, had swept the floor in an international competition, clinching the championship effortlessly.

Since then, Kellan had been quietly investigating, desperate to learn more about this mysterious rival.

But the strict secrecy surrounding the contest had kept Scarlet Serpent's identity out of his reach.

However, for all his curiosity, Kellan knew one thing for certain: given the age of his former rival, Scarlet Serpent would not be a contender in this next contest… or yes…