Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine
Chapter 81

Chapter 81:You! Colton bellowed, disbelief clear in his voice.

Allison had become completely unmanageable! In their three years of marriage, no matter what outrageous demands he or his mother made - no matter how absurd - they were never met with resistance.

Allison always agreed.

But now, it seemed that he would have to pay a much higher price to get his way.

If you agree to this request, we will not only give you a sum of money, but we will give you 5% of the shares of the Stevens Group.

And let's face it, you never know when you might need something from the Stevens family, Colton proposed, certain that his offer was generous.

After all, the entire Stevens family would owe Allison a favor if she accepted the offer.

What more could she want? Allison responded with a cold, distant, ambiguous laugh.

Colton thought he could lure her with emotional manipulation.

However, it was obvious that he had no intention of handing over those shares to him.

He believed that a few flattering words would be enough to cajole her.

What a farce.

The partnership with the Everett Group was worth much more than the 5% they were offering.

When he had crawled to Kellan, practically on his knees, he had promised him 10%, and that was just for an introduction.

Now, he expected her to hand him an opportunity on a silver platter for a mere fraction of that.

I don't remember intelligence testing being done here.

Maybe you should detour to the mental hospital next door, Allison snapped.

I've met shameless people before, Colton, but you're in a class apart.

Do you understand what the word 'divorce' means? She took a deliberate step forward, her eyes sharp and unyielding.

It means you make me sick.

It's been years since Allison spoke so directly.

Subtlety used to be her weapon of choice, but this time Colton had taken it too far.

Well, Allison, if you're not willing to help, there's no need to insult him, came a voice from behind.

It was Melany, who entered at the right moment, placing herself between Colton and Allison.

Her presence alone made it impossible for Colton to back away now.

"I know you just came from the Lloyd mansion, Allison," Melany said, her tone soft but laced with venom.

But only because you have managed to climb socially.

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Melany's words were sharp, her tone was impregnated with a hidden satisfaction.

Getting promoted doesn't mean you have to treat the people you once knew so ruthlessly.

Kellan may like you now, and he may take you into his home, but you already know how much these high-society families value status.

It wouldn't hurt to come up with an exit strategy, Allison.

Her words seemed to defend Colton, but deep down, Melany was enjoying the tension between him and Allison.

That comment Allison had made about Lindy had been like opening Pandora's box, setting off a chain of chaos.

Since then, Melany had been the target of Lindy's constant teasing.

Allison, however, just smiled, indifferent to Melany's words.

Yes, I was at the Lloyd mansion.

What exactly does that have to do with any of you.

His tone was distant, as if he didn't understand why his personal life was being dragged into this discussion.

Colton and Melany were still thinking in such old-fashioned terms.

They were still stuck in the past.

Colton, already frustrated by how much he had to stoop, was now seething with rage.

Strangely, it hadn't bothered her when Allison mentioned spending time with a male companion.

But the thought of her being with Kellan, however, was unbearable.

The idea filled him with a deep feeling of humiliation.

He couldn't even pinpoint exactly what infuriated him more: that she had abandoned him or that she had found her way into Kellan's life.

You are an absolute shameless person! Colton roared, his hand raised, as if he were ready to strike Allison.

Allison's eyes grew cold, and in one fluid motion, she drew a small sword from her sleeve, the edge of which reflected the light.

But just as Colton's hand began to descend, someone intervened.

A man dressed in a tailored suit stepped forward and, in one quick, effortless movement, twisted Colton's arm.

CRACK.

A scream, high-pitched and agonizing, filled the air, the unmistakable sound of bones breaking echoing through the room.

My arm! My arm.

Colton gasped, drenched in sweat, his entire body shaking as if he had just been pulled out of freezing water.

He looked at his arm, now twisted and bent at a grotesque angle, unable to comprehend the searing pain.

You…, he turned around, furious, only to be met with a pair of cold, deep eyes.

Behind the suited man stood Kellan, sitting in his wheelchair.

Sherman, the man in the suit, let go of Colton's arm and announced respectfully: Mr.

Lloyd, I've already taken care of the trash.

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