Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 232: The banquet buzzed with energy, the clinking of glasses and echoes of laughter filling every corner of the grand hall.

Keanus eightieth birthday, a milestone that commanded respect, had drawn the most influential families in Ontdale, all eager to pay their respects.

Inside the lavish hall, familiar faces mingled, raising their glasses high.

A toast to Mr.

Stevens for reaching this incredible age! one of the guests called out.

Mr.

Stevens, your granddaughter-in-law ah, forgive me your granddaughter is truly a treasure to you! Another voice chimed in, Indeed, Ms.

Clarkes gift is remarkable! That delicate porcelain from the pottery master Emanuel Welsh is no ordinary item.

Not just anyone can acquire such a thing! All eyes turned to Allison, standing elegantly by Keanus side.

Her presence commanded attention, and the porcelain, a masterpiece, seemed to reflect the admiration they held for her.

Keanus eyes twinkled as he gave her shoulder a proud pat.

Of course! Allison is a rare gem far better than any grandson of mine.

Talented, capable, and with a flair for creating perfumes! If any of you have young men around her age, youd better match them wisely while you can! Allison shot him a playful yet exasperated look.

no

that was Keanu for her always thinking ahead

laying the groundwork

coincidence! someone

is close

Clarkes age.

finish, a cold voice sliced

Coltons tone was as cold as ice, his dark eyes devoid

noting her poise and radiance, yet when

once greeted him with

Coltons expression darkened further.

pair Allison with someone and worse, seeing the genuine interest others had in her fueled an

man looked caught off guard, his smile

Mr.

had expected Coltons sudden appearance, much less his blatant disregard

Stevens, Coltons father,

he shot his son a glare

dare you speak to your grandfathers guest in such a manner? Rex was stunned his obedient son, acting so foolishly in front of a room full of people, and worse, embarrassing the

secretary, sensing the rising

Its his youth, sir.

are

lurking nearby, could barely conceal the jealousy that burned

as she carefully