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Chapter 1085: "Don't get ahead of yourself! Can't you see Ms. Clarke and Mr. Lloyd are a couple? She's not likely to change companies anytime soon."

At these remarks, Kellan casually scanned the men eyeing Allison, his gaze enough to make most of them lower their heads in submission. Amused, Allison waved him over.

"Come on, help me organize my toolbox."

Kellan responded with a smile. "Of course. You rest. I'll take care of it." She shook her head. "That won't work. After all, you're not exactly an expert on jewelry tools. If you put them in the wrong places, we'll spend ages searching for them later."

Kellan grinned. "You're right. I guess I'll have to brush up on it."

"Then, I suppose I can teach you," she teased.

"Maybe that's not such a bad idea," he replied with a smile that made her heart flutter.

Fabian, watching the lighthearted exchange between the couple, couldn't help but smile. The sweetness in their gestures reminded him of the early days with his late wife. They had been deeply in love, their bond radiant and full of promise, much like the couple before him.

But the memory stirred something else deep within him - a profound sadness. His wife had died in Ontdale, her life cut short, and their unborn child with her. Her body had been so badly burned that it was beyond recognition.

The pain of loss was still a raw wound, one that he carried with him daily. Had his daughter survived, he mused, perhaps she would have been as remarkable as Allison - brilliant, confident, and undeniably talented.

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"Ms. Clarke," Fabian turned to her and said, his voice gentle yet filled with sincerity, "In return for this beautiful brooch, I also have a few gifts I would like to present to you."

Fabian passed a gold-embossed card to Allison and said, "Here's my contact information. I'll give you a call when it's time. A car is waiting for you at the Vrining Automotive headquarters."

Fabian then pulled out a pen and scribbled something on a note. After that, he handed it back to Allison.

"This is the model of the car," he explained.

Allison glanced at the note and saw the words: "Angel's Treasure." The crowd of experts gasped in shock.

"Isn't this the car Mr. Morgan designed years ago? A lot of people tried to buy it, but no one could even figure out how to get it!"

"Yes, I remember someone once offered over fifteen million dollars for it, but it was never for sale. I can't believe Mr. Morgan is just giving it away."

"This car is very meaningful. Mr. Morgan must really hold Ms. Clarke in high regard."

Although Allison didn't know much about Fabian, she could tell this wasn't just an ordinary car. She politely refused, saying, "Mr. Morgan, this car is far too valuable. I can't accept it."

"No, please accept it. You have a special bond with this car," Fabian insisted. There was a hint of sorrow in his eyes. "Years ago, I wanted to create a unique car for my child, but…"

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