Chapter 83: Melany glared at Allison, her expression brimming with self-righteous indignation.
Allison, although you and Colton are no longer together, there was a time when you shared something meaningful.
How can you be so ruthless, enjoying his misery like this makes you look cruel! And seriously, you moved on so quickly after the divorce.
It seems like you didn't do it just like that, but rather you had it planned from the beginning.
Surprisingly, his words lacked the usual biting sarcasm.
The reason was clear: she was now very jealous.
Allison had lived in luxury for years, luxuries that, in Melany's eyes, should have been hers.
She had expected that after the divorce, Allison would fall apart, maybe even end up in the gutter.
However, despite everything, Melany and Colton had not managed to prevail even once.
Instead, Melany had followed Colton through humiliation after humiliation, begging for forgiveness, apologizing in front of crowds, even jumping into a river.
It was one disaster after another.
You're too frivolous, Allison, Melany snapped, her words dripping with bitter envy.
It infuriated him that even the unpredictable Kellan had stepped in to defend Allison.
Kellan's eyes darkened, a dangerous glint in them.
If you want to meet your end so badly, why don't you jump out a window.
It will be faster than doing it here.
His deep voice had a magnetism that sent chills through everyone present.
"Miss Clarke is my niece's ceramics teacher," he continued, his tone calm and chilling.
If you spread more absurd rumors, you should start counting how many members you have left to break.
It wasn't just slander anymore.
Kellan usually ignored unfounded rumors, but this time, with Allison caught in the crossfire, he felt different.
She couldn't stand people dragging her into such filth, and that alone was enough to justify her warning.
Colton, who had never been humiliated like this in his life, felt his rage boil over.
Allison, a ceramics teacher, scoffed.
Who knows if she's teaching pottery or something else in bed And you, Mr.
Lloyd, falling so low for a woman who's already been through a divorce.
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what, you're so desperate When she and I.
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Colton's words were interrupted, his eyes narrowed as something clicked.
His gaze shifted to Allison.
Oh, now I see it.
When you went to the Lloyd Group for sponsorship, you were using your body as a bargaining chip, not a slap! Allison was fed up.
His hand flew through the air, landing a stinging slap across Colton's face with the full force of his pent-up fury.
His cheek immediately swelled and turned red.
All these years I have fought tirelessly for the recovery of your family.
You useless alcoholic tried every technique in the book and still failed.
The only reason your father urged me to help him was because he couldn't stand the sight of you anymore.
Her icy eyes fixed on him.
If I hadn't spent hours waiting at the Lloyd Group to get that deal, you, Mr.
Stevens, would already be on the street.
Melany opened her mouth to say something, but Allison's chilling gaze stopped her in her tracks, freezing her where she stood.
She felt like she had been plunged into an ice cave.
Allison's gaze wasn't just cold: it was lethal, as if she could cut them both down with a single glance.
Allison's words were as sharp as knives.
Instead of thanking me for preserving your wealth and status, you repay me by spreading rumors and slandering me.
It's laughable.
You really don't have a conscience, do you? And considering how easily you accuse others of trading their bodies, I suppose you've done it yourself, Mr.
Stevens.
That's why he assumes others would do the same.
Colton, still dizzy from the slap, felt his ears ring.
The cool breeze did little to calm his fury, although his face remained livid.
For a brief moment, reality set in and he realized how wrong he had been.
He knew, without a doubt, that he had crossed the line.
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