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Chapter 485: With a soft sigh, she glanced at Allison, her tone shifting to that of an adult placating a difficult child.

Im sorry, Ms.

Clarke.

Please forgive me.

Otherwise, Kellan might actually get upset with me, and Ill have no choice but to call Kinslee for help.

Dropping Kinslees name was no accident.

Carole hoped it would serve as a reminderespecially to Kellanthat Kinslee was indebted to her.

But before she could continue, Kellans voice cut through the air, cold and sharp as ice.

My grandma is resting.

If anyone dares step foot in the nursing home, they wont leave it.

His eyes were hard, an impenetrable shade that revealed nothing of the storm raging beneath.

A dangerous calm emanated from him, etched deep in the sharp lines of his face.

A surge of realization froze Carole in place.

Shed heard whispers beforefragments of rumors about the ruthless internal feuds that had plagued the Lloyd family, especially the battle of the illegitimate sons.

Kellans rise to power had been nothing short of brutal.

A chill prickled her skin, urging her to pull back, daring not to test the waters any further.

I only mentioned it casually.

Honestly, Ms.

Clarke, I think of you as a friend, she added quickly, trying to salvage what little dignity she had left.

Allison met Caroles forced politeness with a faint, amused smile.

Oh, Im not upset, Miss Perry.

On the contrary, Im very grateful.

Youve made my day much more… entertaining.

Caroles face went blank, her confidence visibly shaken.

She had never met such an audacious woman.

She had planned to leverage Kellans authority to unsettle Allison, but the tactic had backfired spectacularly.

ᴹᴼᴿᴱ ᵁᴾᴰᴬᵀᴱˢ ᴵᴺ ᴳᴬᴸᴺᴼⱽᴱᴸˢ.ᶜᴼᴹ For the moment, she could do nothing but sit there, feeling small and helpless between Allisons defiance and Kellans indifferent threat.

The tension hung thickly between them, silent and eerie, until it was broken by a voice from outside.

Allison.

Allison looked up, spotting a tall figure near the door.

He wore a sleek black shirt, its collar stitched with intricate, custom embroidery, the handiwork of an exclusive designer.

The shirts series was aptly named Beloved.

A glint of silver caught her eye as his wrist moveda Patek Philippe watch encircled it, hinting at his status.

Beneath the watch, a faint, sinuous tattoo of a scarlet snake peeked out, a subtle but bold mark against his skin.

The setting sun filtered in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow that played off the silver earring in his ear.

Long time no see, Gordon greeted, his voice calm and still carrying that familiar youthful lilt.

He didnt even acknowledge Kellans glare as he approached.

It was as if the other man was little more than a shadow in the room.

I ran into some traffic on the way.

Hope I didnt keep you waiting too long.

When he saw the coffee and brownie on the table, he smiled like a child.

Did you order these for me? You know theyre my favorites.

Allison nodded.

Yes.

Did you bring what I asked for? I did.

Ill hand it over in a bit.

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