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Chapter 108: Upon receiving Francenes call, Melany quickly dragged Colton to Skylight Mall.

As they entered the store, they immediately spotted Allison standing confidently, arms crossed, looking completely unbothered.

Allison? What are you doing here? Melany asked, her voice soft but laced with barely concealed frustration.

How was it that Allison was always everywhere, seemingly unfazed by whatever chaos followed her? Meanwhile, Francene, noticing Colton and Melanys arrival, grew even more arrogant.

If you know whats good for you, give me the dress! Francene snapped.

Do you not see who my son-in-law is? Hes the CEO of the Stevens Group.

Upset him, and youll regret it! She then pulled Melany over to her side, trying to assert even more dominance.

Melany, darling, this dress is my wedding gift to you, she added, a smug smile spreading across her face.

Just look at how exquisite it is.

Wear this to the wedding ceremony, and youll be the most stunning bride in all of Ontdale! But some people, she sneered, just dont know when to back down.

However, Colton wasnt paying attention to the dress or even Melany.

His eyes were fixed solely on Allison.

She was dressed in casual yet refined attire, projecting an air of power through simplicity.

The cool indifference she exuded made her feel almost untouchable.

Despite all the talk of his upcoming marriage, Allison hadnt even glanced in his direction, acting as if the entire situation were beneath her.

Feeling a surge of frustration, Colton spoke, his voice turning cold.

Allison, do you really need to take Melanys dress? Its important for the wedding.

Why dont you just give it back? Ill pay double.

Allison looked at him, her expression icy, a mocking smile curling on her lips.

Ah, Mr.

Stevens.

Arrogant and stupid as ever.

Its impressive, really.

But heres the thingmoney doesnt interest me.

Her voice cut through the air like a blade.

She turned to the store manager.

Pack the dress.

|∆ŧè$† ¢♄₳þŧ€яş 1n Ġ∆lπoνεlŞ.cø₥ The store manager, who had been silently observing the exchange, understood the dynamics all too well.

While the Stevens family wielded power, the Green family was just as formidable.

And it was clear that Allison and Rebecca had laid claim to the gown first.

Right away! the manager said hastily, moving to wrap up the dress.

Coltons face darkened as he glared at Allison.

This dress is a gift from Francene for Melany.

Its meant for her to wear at our wedding.

He was certain that despite Allisons distant demeanor, she still cared about him.

He was convinced that her actions were driven by jealousy.

His frown deepened.

Allison, if you really cant stand Melany, take anything else.

But not this dress.

Allisons eyes gleamed with amusement, as if she couldnt believe what she was hearing.

Even Rebecca couldnt help but burst into laughter at his assumption.

Allison, did you hear that? Rebecca said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Some people actually think were here just to mess with their wedding.

What a joke! We were here first, you know.

Allison sighed theatrically.

What can you do? Ignorant clowns are everywhere these days.

Im used to it.

She then turned her attention back to Colton, her voice sharp.

Mr.

Stevens, its bad enough that you cant tell right from wrong, but now youre blocking my way.

Are you planning to lie in the road again, waiting for me to run you over? Or perhaps, she added, her eyes narrowing, youre longing for another trip to the warehouse? Her words sliced through him like a knife.

I never knew you could stoop so low, Mr.

Stevens.

After all the losses youve faced, you still think I care about your wedding? Ridiculous.

Coltons face paled as memories of his recent humiliations surfaced.

Still, Francene stood behind him; he couldnt back down now.

Sensing the growing tension, Melany quickly stepped in, her voice soft and seemingly innocent.

No matter how much you dislike me, Allison, please dont ruin my special day.

This dress is a gift from my mother.

I can let you have anything else, but not this.

Her expression was delicate, as though she were the true victim in all of this.

Rebecca rolled her eyes at Melanys pretentious act, her patience wearing thin.

She raised her hand, ready to slap some sense into her, when suddenly someone caught her wrist.

It was Sherman, Kellans assistant.

Miss Green, Miss Clarke, a pleasure.

Mr.

Lloyd was on his way to the top floor and happened to notice you.

Allison looked up and saw Kellan in his wheelchair, watching the scene unfold with a bemused expression.

Dont lower yourself to their level, Kellan said softly, his tone laced with amusement.

Miss Green, if you strike her, itll only give her the attention shes after.

Kellans sudden arrival had an immediate effect.

He shot the store manager a sharp smile.

Do you just let any common riffraff shop here? The manager, already on edge, turned pale.

Mr.

Lloyd… I-I didnt know… he stammered, breaking out into a cold sweat.

Colton, still unwilling to back down, spoke up again.

Mr.

Lloyd, are you here to take whats mine? Kellan didnt even glance at him.

Instead, he looked at Sherman, who gave a subtle nod.

Blacklist them, Kellan said calmly.

I dont want to see them in any of our luxury stores again.

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