Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 1095:

Abram, feeling the heat of the moment, quickly interjected, “Well, I want to remind you that this banquet isn’t the right place for a plagiarizing designer. Ms. Clarke, you’d better leave before embarrassing yourself further.”

If Allison were thrown out, rumors about her alleged plagiarism would spread like wildfire throughout Ontdale, painting her as a laughingstock.

Kellan slowly lifted his head, his eyes narrowing as he took in the room. With a single glance, Sherman and his men closed in around Abram. “You seem to have forgotten that we’re not in Vrining. In Ontdale, no one has the right to point fingers at Allison.” His voice was frosty, devoid of any warmth.

“And you? Believe it or not, I can make you disappear whenever I want.” Kellan’s towering figure, combined with his icy, ascetic demeanor, made him appear even more imposing in the dimly lit room. He exuded an air of danger, like a predator circling its prey — cold, lethal, and utterly untouchable.

Kellan’s presence alone commanded authority, his reputation enough to instill fear and keep

everyone in the room that while Kellan’s words were directed at Abram, they also served

who had earned a reputation

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be seen again. Three months later, that guy’s mutilated body had been discovered floating in the open sea. Bloody and brutal — that was the essence of men like

honor of my birthday,” Fabian said firmly. Although he disliked Abram’s sudden attempt to tarnish Allison’s reputation, Fabian had no intention of allowing anyone to create a scene at his celebration. “Let’s not lose our decorum here,” he said evenly. Years

Clarke, you are welcome to stay,” Fabian said, his tone measured. “As for these accusations, without solid proof, they cannot be substantiated. So…” His brow furrowed slightly as he finished speaking. It was clear that even Fabian found the situation a bit tricky to handle. After all, investigating something from so many years ago would take a lot of time and effort. And time wasn’t on his side — he was only

As she spoke, she reached out and gently held Kellan’s hand. Allison could tell his emotions were beginning to spiral out of control. Her touch seemed to calm him, pulling him back to the present. “After all,” she continued, “true talent in design always speaks for itself. The