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Chapter 431: Allison paused, prompting Roderick to chime in, Unless we have other works by the artist to compare! A collective understanding washed over the group as they turned their attention to Keanu, who sat in a beautifully carved armchair.

Upon hearing the suggestion, Keanu slightly frowned, his expression shifting to one of guilt and frustration.

Im sorry.

I only have this one painting of his.

Theres nothing else for reference.

He deeply regretted not taking better care of the artwork, realizing that these complications could have been avoided.

Allison frowned slightly.

Its alright.

Ill find another way.

With that, she paused the restoration work and excused herself to the restroom.

Once inside, she took a moment to think before deciding to make a phone call.

The phone barely rang twice before a voice answered.

Ms.

Clarke.

A mans deep, pleasant voice resonated through the line, captivating her instantly.

Allison took a steadying breath.

I need your help with something.

Meanwhile, in the CEOs office at the top of the Lloyd Group building, Kellan raised an eyebrow.

He stood and walked over to the window.

Sure, he replied, not even bothering to ask for details.

Explore stories on gⱯ????????σν????????????.cоm Allison was direct in return.

Id like to borrow a painting from you.

When she returned from the restroom, her face remained calm, though uncertainty stirred within her.

Earlier, during their phone call, Kellan had agreed to her request, but she was aware of the paintings significance to him as well.

Without an exact reference, the others could only avoid that section and focus on the other areas first.

As the night deepened, lights illuminated the estate, with the study particularly bright against the encroaching darkness.

Suddenly, the butler announced, Sir, Mr.

Lloyd has arrived! Before he finished speaking, Kellan navigated the intersecting hallways of the estate with purpose.

Allison looked up just in time to see him enter the study, a tall figure commanding immediate attention.

Everyone instinctively stepped aside to allow him passage.

Kellan, with his coat casually draped over one arm, displayed a well-defined muscular build.

The sleeves of his black shirt were rolled up, exposing taut blue veins beneath the skin.

Every movement radiated an undeniable aura of authority and sharpness.

Ms.

Clarke, heres the painting you requested, he said, lazily lifting his eyelids to meet her gaze.

His dark eyes held a profound depth, drawing her in.

Sherman, hand it over to Ms.

Clarke, Kellan instructed as he entered the room, his black shirt seeming to block out the cold that clung to the air outside.

Yes, sir.

Sherman, who had been standing quietly behind Kellan, quickly stepped forward.

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