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Chapter 307: After Gordon finished speaking, the entire room was left in stunned silence.

Has Mr.

Herbert known Ms.

Clarke for a long time? I heard she was an award-winning perfumer in Leswington.

They must have crossed paths while abroad.

Mr.

Herbert is notoriously distant.

Its hard to believe he would stand up for a woman like that.

The onlookers werent the only ones caught off guard Colton was equally shocked.

He had never expected Gordon to defend Allison so openly.

It dawned on him that he had never truly understood her, not even enough to know who she had been associating with in recent years.

Sensing an opportunity to add fuel to the fire, Melany chimed in, her voice dripping with false sweetness.

Colton, I had no idea Allison had such close friends.

Im truly envious.

Even after you two got married, it seems she still had plenty of men around her.

She let out a soft sigh.

Unlike her, Ive been nothing but devoted to our family since we tied the knot.

I dont have anyone like that.

Though she spoke gently, her words were sharp enough for everyone to grasp their meaning.

Anyone paying attention could see she was openly mocking Allison.

Colton, always prone to suspicion, became even more incensed after hearing this.

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To Colton, it felt like a betrayal.

Looking back on their three-year marriage, his mind twisted with jealousy and rage.

Whats there to be jealous of? Some women are just naturally flirtatious, always needing attention from other men, he muttered, his anger and possessiveness boiling over.

Completely disregarding the fact that he had been knocked down moments before, he jabbed a finger at Allison, his face flushed with fury.

Did you have another man lined up when you divorced me? Were you just waiting for… But before he could finish his accusation, his hand was grabbed.

Colton, Allisons voice cut through the air like a cold blade, I warned you not to push me, or you wouldnt like the consequences.

Her tone was chilling and implacable.

No one even saw her move.

With a sharp crack, Coltons finger was bent backward, the sound making everyone flinch.

When she let go, his finger was already swelling, bruising almost instantly.

Allison, you lunatic! Colton hissed through gritted teeth, his voice thick with pain and humiliation as he clutched his hand.

My hand… Cold sweat broke out on his brow as the pain intensified.

The guests were frozen in shock.

The charity gala had officially ended, but many lingered, watching the drama unfold with wide eyes.

Melanys face drained of color.

She hadnt anticipated that Allison would dare to act so violently in front of so many people.

Colton, are you alright? She hurried to his side, but the moment she touched his injured finger, she accidentally pressed down too hard.

Colton let out a strangled cry of agony, barely able to stay on his feet.

His finger was clearly broken.

Allison, Melany said, her voice trembling with artificial concern, even if you dont like me, you shouldnt take it out on Colton.

He didnt say anything wrong.

He had no idea about your… close friendship with Mr.

Herbert.

She made a show of her concern, though the accusation was clear.

Glancing around in feigned panic, Melany exclaimed, Where are the security guards? Why isnt anyone stepping in? What if someone ends up seriously hurt? Yet the security guards remained in place, exchanging nervous glances.

Ferdinand, the host, was nearby, his expression indifferent, making it clear he had no intention of intervening.

At that moment, Gordon leaned toward Allison.

Does your hand hurt? His voice was soft but laced with a dangerous edge as his eyes flickered with cold fury toward Colton.

If it werent for the fact that they were at a public event, Colton might not have walked away at all.

Next time, leave it to me, Gordon murmured.

Theres no need for you to soil your hands over someone like him.

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