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Chapter 66: Pleasure doing business with you.

Kellans handshake was firm but unhurried.

You had your hesitations earlier, but now youve agreed because of my grandmother, right? Allison gave a slight nod, her eyes steady.

Family was a powerful motivator, and she understood his guarded approach.

Thats right.

Your grandmothers work in perfumery is renowned, and Ive always been drawn to her techniques.

Whenever I encounter something I cant quite master, it becomes an obsession.

Her ability to balance contrasting scents, mixing warm and cool notes, is remarkable.

Ive tried, but I can never quite capture the same harmony.

A gentle, unassuming smile curled on Allisons lips.

But if youre willing to mentor me, Kellan, that might save me a lot of trial and error.

Kellan had always been a man who noticed the smallest details.

His instincts were sharp, finely tuned to detect hidden motives, yet Allison remained an enigmacareful, composed, and never one to lay all her cards on the table.

She wasnt foolish either.

No need for a formal visit to his grandmother just yet.

As long as she could find a way into their world, there were countless ways to unearth the truths she sought.

Youre too modest, Ms.

Clarke.

Kellans voice remained even, though the warmth of her skin lingered on his fingertips, and before he realized it, his fingers curled ever so slightly.

I honor any deal I make, but gaining my nieces approval wont be simple.

Children are rarely easy to win over.

Perhaps youd prefer to ask for something else instead? He shifted the conversation with ease, his tone casual yet deliberate.

Whatevers within my power, consider it a token of gratitudefor saving my life that night.

Allison raised a brow, amusement flickering in her eyes.

Which night are we talking about here? The cruise or the cave? Stay updated with galnσν????????????.cøm Her voice was playful, hinting at something more unsaid.

She took a step closer, shrinking the space between them, enough to blur the line between business and something personal.

Kellan could feel the warmth of her breath.

Her lashes, long and delicate, fluttered as though they were brushing against his mind, leaving a subtle, stirring effect.

Before he could respond, she added, So, anything I want? Kellan instinctively broke eye contact, glancing aside.

His heartbeat faltered for a moment, unfamiliar with the way she unnerved him.

No woman had ever affected him like this.

Of course, within reason, he managed to reply.

Allisons smile widened, and the charged atmosphere dissipated as quickly as it had formed.

She stepped back, the earlier closeness evaporating into the air.

Ill keep that in mind.

If I run into trouble, Ill be sure to call on you first, Mr.

Lloyd.

In one seamless motion, Allison plucked a strand of hair from Kellans shoulder, hiding it in her palm with expert precision.

According to her intel from Cobweb, Kellan was around her age, and the timeline of his mothers passing suspiciously matched her own mothers disappearance.

And his grandmothers perfumery skills? Identical to what her mother had once mastered.

There was a slim chance they might share more than just a business relationshippossibly even blood.

That thought, while still speculative, left her unsettled.

Yet any clue, no matter how far-fetched, was worth pursuing.

Just then, a knock interrupted them, and Kellans assistant entered with a respectful pause.

Sir.

Sherman froze for a moment, his words caught in his throat as the sight before him made him pause.

His boss, who was notoriously aloof around women, was standing unusually close to Allison.

The air between them wasnt businesslikeit felt almost… intimate.

For a moment, Sherman questioned what he was seeing.

Was this the same woman who had discovered Kellans secret about faking his disability? Now, the tension between them seemed entirely different, more familiar than he had ever imagined possible.

Despite the questions swirling in his mind, Sherman regained his composure and cleared his throat, maintaining a respectful tone.

Sir, theres a large crowd of media outlets waiting outside.

Our car cant even get through.

Ontdales biggest TV network is there, along with two major international news outlets.

Theyve been waiting for quite a while now.

Sherman had never seen such a media frenzy.

But when he thought about it, it made perfect sense.

Kellan wasnt just the CEO of the worlds most prestigious luxury brand; he was also the heir to the Lloyd Group.

And now that the news had broken that he was the CEO of Charisma Company, along with his alliance with the Everett Group in the perfume industryany one of those headlines would have been enough to spark a media storm.

Several outlets with ties to the Lloyd Group have also sent interview requests, Sherman continued.

Theyve even mentioned that if you cant do a full interview, a simple photo would suffice.

Well, it looks like Mr.

Lloyd has his hands full, so Ill step aside, Allison chimed in with a warm smile.

She casually grabbed her bag, her movements graceful as she discreetly tucked away the strand of Kellans hair shed snatched earlier.

Heres to our future ventures! Kellan paid no mind to Shermans words, his focus instead trailing after Allison as she walked away, deep in his own thoughts.

It was a long moment before he blinked himself back to reality.

His expression turned dark, inscrutable, before he finally muttered, Get me the list of reporters.

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