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.

Sherman replied,

filling the room with a warmth that Kellan may have ignored as he stared outside,

almost absent-mindedly, he asked, "What did you find out about Allison Clarke's stay on

Nothing concrete yet.

seems clean on the

her during those years, but there is no trace of

backgrounds are

Kellan was not surprised.

like a puzzle with half

kneeling, asked cautiously:

.

.

discreetly.

she

.

.

and He closed his eyes

There's no need.

Sherman hesitated, confused.

wasn't like Kellan

Kellan had his

further insistence,

reality, Kellan knew that Allison was not to

was cunning, calculating, perhaps

she wasn't an enemy he had to

sure if Allison would be intrigued

Allison.

name escaped her

You're quite an enigma.

had coldly squeezed his jaw and forced him

confused with that of the shadowy figure that night - both mysterious, both dangerous - and yet he found himself drawn to her, against his

chest, where the memory of

his fingers and had not forgotten the

on the nightstand buzzed

into a slight

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

made up your mind,

end of the line, the director froze, momentarily taken

looked at the calendar out of

a normal day at

an unusually good mood Eh… Sir, I'm

Adam Westwood.

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