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Chapter 395: She tugged on Coltons arm and whispered urgently, Colton, with Mose pulling out, this might be the perfect chance.

Why not hear what Gordon has to say? In truth, she didnt want to stay in this risky situation any longer, especially with the threat of explosives still weighing on her mind.

And arent you the least bit curious about Allisons connection to him? she added, knowing it would strike a nerve.

Men were touchy about fidelity, and even though Allison was no longer his wife, Colton wasnt the type to tolerate anything resembling disloyalty.

As expected, Coltons expression hardened.

His dark eyes settled back on Gordon.

Melanys got a point.

Lets not waste an opportunity.

We can talk today.

Gordons grin widened, as if hed just won a silent game.

Thats the spirit.

With Melany by his side, Colton followed Gordon into a private meeting room to talk business.

But the moment they stepped inside, the lights dimmed, and black sacks were suddenly thrown over their heads.

With a thud, Colton faintly felt a kick to the stomach.

It was unexpected.

Hed been wary of Gordon but hadnt expected physical retaliation.

There was no real enmity between them, so why the ambush? The sedatives in the sack knocked him out before he could piece together what was happening.

Is this okay? Amya asked, tugging at the black sack shed just pulled over Coltons head.

She looked uncertain, clearly not used to such actions.

Discover where it all happens: gⱯlnσν????????s․cøm However, upon learning what these two had done to betray Allison, Amyas attitude shifted, and any guilt she might have felt vanished.

Gordon, watching her with his arms crossed, shrugged.

Its fine.

In reality, Gordon didnt think much of Amya.

In his mind, he was Allisons top assistant, and the thought of her relying on someone else stirred up a fierce jealousy.

But as soon as he imagined showing Allison their victory, a smug smile crept across his face.

The game should be over.

In the lounge, Ferdinand clicked his tongue, clearly impressed.

Well, looks like even you have moments when you lose.

Though he didnt know who this woman named Sweety was, rumors had already spread that Kellan had been defeated.

Yet, to Ferdinands surprise, Kellan didnt seem bothered at all.

Theres always someone better out there, Kellan said calmly.

Ive tasted defeat before, whether it was in perfumery or short-track speed skating.

His expression was hard to read, as if his thoughts were somewhere far away.

In truth, when they had been overtaking each other in midair, Kellan had felt something familiar, something wild and untamed.

It was the kind of presence that only one person could evoke in him, someone bold enough to flirt with death and survive.

Kellan had always been sharp at sensing things like this.

He took a slow sip of red wine, his voice smooth and deep.

The prizes must have been handed out by now.

Ferdinand shrugged at his words.

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